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SAINT'S  «*&¥?, 

A 

COLLECTION  OF 

HYMNS  AND  SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 

ADAPTED  TO 

PRAYER  AND  SOCIAL  MEETINGS,  AND 
SEASONS  OF  REVIVAL. 


SELECTED  AND  ARRANGED 

BY  REV.  J.   F.  BERG. 


Second  Edition,  Revised  and  Improved. 

And  I  saw  them  stand  on  the  sea  of  glass, 
having  the  harps  of  God;  and  they  sing  the  song 
of  Moses,  and  the  song  of  the  Lamb.— Rev.  xv.  23. 


PHILADELPHIA: 
J.  B.   LIPPINCOTT  &  Co. 


1843. 


Entered  according  to  the  Act  of  Congress,  m 
the  year  1839,  by 

J.  B.  LTPPINCOTT  &  Co. 
in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the 
Eastern  District  of  Pennsylvania. 


W.  S.  Young,  Printer. 


SAINT'S  HARP. 


HYMN  1.    S.  M. 

YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take; 

Loud  to  the  praise  of  Christ  our  Lord, 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2.  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 
We  are  not  far  from  home ; 

And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  ev'ry  moment  come. 

3.  His  grace  shall  to  the  end 
Stronger  and  brighter  shine ; 

Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4.  The  time  of  love  will  come, 
When  we  shall  clearly  see 

Not  only  that  he  shed  his  blood, 
But  each  shall  say,  "  for  me." 


2.  INVOCATION. 

5.  Tarry  his  leisure,  then, 
Wait  the  appointed  hour ; 

Wait  till  the  bridegroom  of  your  souls 
Reveals  his  love  with  pow'r. 

6.  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God  ! 
That  stays  himself  on  thee  ! 

Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord  ! 
Shall  thy  salvation  see. 


INVOCATION. 
HYMN  2.    CM. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove: 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 

Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2.  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  trifling  toys; 

Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3.  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 

Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 
4 


INVOCATION.  3. 

4.  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 
At  this  poor,  dying  rate  ? 

Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5.  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 

Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

HYMN  3.     CM. 

COME,  O  thou  all-victorious  Lord, 
Thy  power  to  us  make  known; 

Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 
And  break  these  hearts  of  stone. 

2.  O  that  we  all  might  now  begin 
Our  foolishness  to  mourn! 

And  fly  at  once  from  every  sin, 
And  to  the  Saviour  turn. 

3.  Give  us  ourselves  and  thee  to  know, 
In  this  our  gracious  day; 

Repentance  unto  life  bestow, 
And  take  our  sins  away. 

4.  Convince  us  first  of  unbelief, 
And  freely  then  release; 

5 


4.  INVOCATION. 

Fill  every  soul  with  sacred  grief, 
And  then  with  sacred  peace. 

5.  Impov'rish,  Lord,  and  then  relieve, 
And  then  enrich  the  poor; 

The  knowledge  of  our  sickness  give, 
The  knowledge  of  our  cure. 

6.  That  blessed  sense  of  guilt  impart, 
And  then  remove  the  load; 

Trouble,  and  wash  the  troubled  heart 
In  the  atoning  blood. 

HYMN  4.    C.  M. 

COME,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid 
Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue;       [heart, 

And  let  the  joys  of  heav'n  impart 
Their  influence  to  our  song. 

2.  Come,  Lord,  thy  love  alone  can  raise 
In  us  the  heav'nly  flame; 

Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 

3.  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  glory  shine, 
And  fill  thy  dwellings  here; 

Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine 
A  heav'n  on  earth  appear. 
6 


INVOCATION.  5,  6. 

HYMN  5.    7s. 
IN  thy  presence  we  appear, 
Lord,  we  love  to  worship  here — 
When  within  the  veil  we  meet 
Thee  upon  thy  mercy  seat. 

2.  While  thy  glorious  name  is  sung, 
Touch  our  lips,  unloose  our  tongue, 
Then  our  joyful  souls  shall  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord  of  righteousness. 

3.  While  to  thee  our  pray'rs  ascend, 
Let  thine  ear  in  love  attend; 

Hear  us,  when  thy  Spirit  pleads, 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

4.  While  thy  word  is  heard  with  awe, 
And  we  tremble  at  thy  law, 

Let  the  gospel's  wondrous  love 
All  our  doubts  and  fears  remove. 

HYMN  6.  8,  7. 
COME,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace; 

Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above; 

7 


7.  AWAKENING. 

Praise  the  mount— I'm  fixed  upon  it — 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

2.  Here  1  raise  my  Ebenezer, 
Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come, 

And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God; 
He  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  his  precious  blood. 

3.  Oh!  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 
Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be! 

Let  that  grace  now  like  a  fetterj 
Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee: 

Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  1  love — 

Here's  my  heart — O  take  and  seal  it; 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 


AWAKENING. 

HYMN  7.    7s. 
SINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why? 
God,  who  did  you  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live; 
8 


AWAKENING.  I 

He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands, 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why, 
Will  ye  cross  his  love  and  die? 

2.  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why? 
God,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again? 

Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace  and  die? 

3.  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why? 
He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love: 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live? 
Why,  ye  long-sought  sinners,  why 
Will  you  grieve  your  God,  and  die? 

HYMN  8.    7,  6. 

SINNER,  stop!  O  stop  and  think, 

Before  you  farther  go — 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo? 

9 


AWAKENING, 


Be  entreated  now  to  stop! 

Unless  you  warning  take, 
Ere  you  are  aware  you'll  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake! 

2.  Hell  beneath  is  gaping  wide! 
And  waits  the  dread  command, 

Soon  to  stop  your  sport  and  pride. 
And  sink  you  with  the  damn'd. 

3.  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 
And  drag  you  to  the  bar; 

Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 
Will  fill  you  with  despair. 

4.  All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 
Of  bloody  crimson  dye, 

Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 
And  what  can  you  reply? 

5.  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 
That  you  his  will  oppose? 

Fear  you  not  his  iron  rod, 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes? 

G.  Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day, 
When  judgment  is  proclaim'd; 
10 


AWAKENING.  9. 

When  the  earth  shall  melt  away, 
Like  wax  before  the  flame? 

7.  Though your  heart  were  made  of  steel, 
Your  forehead  lined  with  brass, 

God  at  length  will  make  you  feel; 
He  will  not  let  you  pass. 

8.  Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 
Who  now  despise  his  grace, 

"Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 
And  hide  us  from  his  face." 

HYMN  9.    L.  M. 

BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
And  thousands  walk  together  there; 

But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2.  Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross, 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command; 

Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3.  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more. 

Shall  not  inherit  with  the  saints, 
But  make  his  own  destruction  sure. 
11 


10.  AWAKENING. 


HYMN  10.    C.  M. 

MY  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll, 

Damnation  and  the  dead; 
What  horrors  seize  the  guilty  soul 

Upon  a  dying  bed. 

2.  Ling'ring  about  these  mortal  shores, 
She  makes  a  long  delay: 

Till,  like  a  flood,  with  rapid  force, 
Death  sweeps  the  wretch  away. 

3.  Then,  swift  and  dreadful,  she  descends, 
Down  to  the  fiery  coast, 

Among  abominable  fiends, 
Herself  a  frighted  ghost: 

4.  There  endless  crowds  of  sinners  lie 
And  darkness  makes  their  chains; 

Tortur'd  with  keen  despair  they  cry, 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

5.  Not  all  their  anguish  and  their  blood 
For  their  old  guilt  atones, 

Nor  the  compassion  of  a  God 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 
12 


AWAKENING.  11. 

HYMN  11.    lis. 

DELAY  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  draw 
near! 
The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for 
thee, 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is 
here, 
Redemption  is  purchas'd,  salvation  is 
free. 

2.  Delay  not,   delay   not,   why   longer 

abuse 
The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus, 

thy  God? 
A  fountain  is  open'd,  how  canst  thou  re- 

iuse 
To  wash  and  be  cleans'd  in  his  par-  e 

doning  blood. 

3.  Delay  not,  delay   not,   O  sinner,  to 

come, 
For  mercy  still  lingers,  and  calls  thee 
to-day; 
Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the 
tomb; 
Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass 
away. 

13 


12.  AWAKENING. 

4.  Delay  not,  delay   not,  the    Spirit  of 

grace, 
Long  griev'd  and  resisted,  may  take 

its  sad  flight; 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy 

race, 
To  sink  in  the  vale  of  eternity's  night. 

5.  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  hour  is  at 

hand — 

The  earth  shall  dissolve,  and  the  hea- 
vens shall  fade; 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judg- 
ment shall  stand; 

What  pow'r,  then,  O  sinner!  shall  lend 
thee  its  aid! 


HYMN  12.    C.  M. 

VAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear, 

Repent,  thy  end  is  nigh: 
Death  at  the  farthest  can't  be  far: 

O!  think  before  thou  die, 

2.  Reflect;  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save; 

Thy  sins,  how  high  they  mount! 
What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave? 

How  stands  that  dark  account? 
14 


AWAKENING.  13. 

3.  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defence} 
His  time  there's  none  can  tell; 

He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence. 
To  heaven,  or  down  to  hell. 

4.  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  greatest  care, 
Shall  crawling  worms  consume: 

But  ah!  destruction  stops  not  there; 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

HYMN  13.     S.  M. 

HOW  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  before  the  Judge 

Astonish'd  shrink  away! 

2.  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead, 

Hark!  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound, 
What  joyful  tidings  spread! 

3.  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 
Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear; 

Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

4.  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 
By  which  the  Saviour  bled; 

15 


14,   15.  AWAKENING. 

And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 

HYMN  14.     C.  M. 

SINNERS,  behold  that  downward  road 

Which  leads  to  endless  wo; 
What  multitudes  of  thoughtless  souls, 

The  road  to  ruin  go! 

2.  But  yonder  see  that  narrow  way 
Which  leads  to  endless  bliss; 

There  see  a  happy  chosen  few, 
Redeem'd  by  sovereign  grace. 

3.  They  from  destruction's  city  came, 
To  Zion  upward  tend: 

The  Bible  is  their  precious  guide, 
And  God  himself  their  friend. 

4.  Lord,  1  would  now  a  pilgrim  be — 
Guide  thou  my  feet  aright; 

I  would  not,  for  ten  thousand  worlds, 
Be  banished  from  thy  sight. 

HYMN  15.    C.  M. 

ALL  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death, 
And  say,  there  is  no  hell: 
16 


AWAKENING.  16. 

The  gasp  of  your  expiring  breath 
Will  send  you  there  to  dwell. 

2.  When  iron  slumbers  bind  your  flesh, 
With  strange  surprise  you'll  find 

Immortal  vigour  spring  afresh, 
And  tortures  wake  the  mind! 

3.  Then  you'll  confess,  the  frightful  names 
Of  plagues,  you  scorn'd  before, 

No  more  shall  look  like  idle  dreams, 
Like  foolish  tales  no  more. 

4.  Then  shall  ye  curse  that  fatal  day, 
With  flames  upon  your  tongues, 

When  you  exchang'd  your  souls  away 
For  vanity  and  songs. 

HYMN  16.    L.  M. 

AWAKE!  awake!  my  sluggish  soul, 
Awake,  and  view  the  setting  sun; 

See  how  the  shades  of  death  advance, 
Ere  hslf  the  task  of  life  is  done. 

2.  Death! — 'tis  an  awful,  solemn  sound; 

Oh,  let  it  wake  the  slumb'ring  ear! 
Apace  the  dreadful  conqueror  comes, 

With  all  his  pale  companions  near, 
B  17 


17.  INVITING. 

3.  Thy  drowsy  eyes  will  soon  be  clos'd — 
These  friendly  warnings  heard  no  more; 

Soon  will  the  mighty  Judge  approach, 
E'en  now  he  stands  before  the  door. 

4.  To-day  attend  his  gracious  voice; 
This  is  the  summons  that  he  sends: 

u  Awake!  for  on  this  transient  hour 
Thy  long  eternity  depends." 


INVITING. 

HYMN  17.    8,  7,  4. 

COME,  ye  poor  and  thirsty  sinners, 
To  the  living  waters  come; 

Jesus  bids  you  come  and  welcome 
And  declares  he'll  cast  out  none — 

Give  him  credit! 
He's  Jehovah's  faithful  Son. 

2.  Hearken  to  the  Bride  and  Spirit, 

Seize  the  promises  divine; 
Without  money,  price  or  merit, 
Buy  of  Jesus  milk  and  wine — 

His  rich  bounty 
Freely  take — he  makes  it  thine. 
18 


INVITING.  18. 

3.  Wherefore  will  you  toil  for  nothing? 
Spend  your  strength  and  pleasure  too! 

Joyfully  receive  the  blessing 
Which  his  liberal  hands  bestow, 

All  his  goodness 
Let  your  souls  delight  to  know. 

4.  Hearken,  sinners,  to  your  Saviour; 

"  Hear  me,  and  your  souls  shall  live) 
You  my  covenant  shall  discover,  ' 
1  will  David's  mercies  give — " 

As  your  witness, 
And  your  leader,  him  receive. 

HYMN  18.    H.M. 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 

The  gladly  solemn  sound! 

Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

2.  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb; 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 
Through  all  the  world  proclaim  : 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 

Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

19 


18.  INVITING. 

3.  Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought 
Your  heritage  above, 
Come,  take  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

4.  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
Your  liberty  receive  ; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live: 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

5.  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  pard'ning  grace; 
Ye  happy  souls  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face  : 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

6.  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Has  full  atonement  made; 
Ye  weary  spirits  rest, 

Ye  mournful  souls  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 
20 


INVITING.  19. 

HYMN  19.     8,7,4. 

COME,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Lost  and  ruin'd  by  the  fall; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all : 
Not  the  righteous — 

Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

2.  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream, 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him: 

This  he  gives  you — 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

3.  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  L 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ; 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies  : 

uIt  is  finished:'1'' 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

4.  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God  ascended, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 

Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

21 


20,  21.  INVITING. 

5.  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb; 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heav'n, 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  : 

Hallelujah  ! — 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 

HYMN  20.    L.  M. 

HO!  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh, 
'Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race  ; 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy, 
Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 

2.  Ye  nothing  in  exchange  can  give, 
Leave  all  ye  have  and  are  behind; 
Freely  the  gift  of  God  receive, 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 

3.  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come  ! 
Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  voice; 
Return,  ye  weary  wand'rers,  home, 
And  in  redeeming  love  rejoice. 

HYMN  21.     lis. 

O  TURN  ye,  O  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye 

die, 
When  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so 

nigh  ? 
22 


INVITING.  21. 

Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says, 

Come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you 

home. 

2.  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you 

delay, 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying 

away ; 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,   come 

just  as  you  be, 
While  streams  cf  salvation  are  flowing 

so  free. 

3.  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls 

to  receive ; 

O  how  can  you  question,  if  you  will  be- 
lieve ? 

If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not 
come  ? 

"lis  you  he  bids  welcome ;  he  bids  you 
come  home. 

4.  In  riches,  in  pleasures,  what  can  you 

obtain, 
To  soothe  your  affliction,  or  banish  your 

pain  ? 
To  bear  up  your  spirit,  when  summon'd 

to  die, 
Or  waft  you  to  mansions  of  floryonhigfr 
23 


22.  INVITING. 

5.  Why  will  you  be  starving  and  feed- 

ing on  air? 
There's  mercy  in  Jesus,  enough  and  to 

spare ; 
If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and 

see, 
And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless 

and  free. 

6.  Come,  give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Sa- 

viour your  heart, 
And  trusting  in  Heaven,  we  never  shall 

part; 
O  how  can  we  leave  you?  why  will  you 

not  come  ? 
We'll  journey  together,  and  soon  be  at 

home. 

HYMN  22.    CM. 

WHAT  language  now  salutes  the  ear? 

It  is  our  Saviour's  voice! 
Let  all  the  world  attentive  hear, 

And  ev'ry  soul  rejoice. 

2.  Sinner,  he  kindly  speaks  to  thee, 

However  vile  thou  art: 
"  Here's  grace  and  pardon,  rich  and  free 

My  son,  give  me  thy  heart. — 
24 


INVITING.  23. 

3.  "  Tho'  thou  hast  long  my  grace  with- 

stood, 
And  said  to  me,  Depart, 
I  claim  the  purchase  of  my  blood, 
My  son,  give  me  thy  heart. — 

4.  "  I'll  form  thee  for  myself  alone, 
And  ev'ry  good  impart; 

I'll  make  my  great  salvation  known, 
My  son,  give  me  thy  heart.'' 

5.  Come,   Lord,  and  conquer  now  my 

heart, 
Set  up  in  me  thy  throne; 
Bid  sin  and  Satan  hence  depart, 
And  claim  me  as  thine  own. 

HYMN  23.    12s. 

THE  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  Escape 

to  the  mountain, 
For  all  that  believe,  Christ  has  opened  a 

fountain; 
For    sin,   and  uncleanness    and  every 

transgression, 
His  blood  flows  so  freely  in  streams  of 
salvation, 

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23.  INVITING. 


Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  has  bought 

us  a  pardon, 
We'll  -praise  him  again,  ichen  we  pass  over 

Jordan. 

2.  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  to  the  Sa- 

viour repair ; 
Now  he  calls  you  in  mercy,  and  can  you 

.  forbear? 
Though  your  sins  are  increased  as  high 

as  a  mountain, 
His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  streams 

from  this  fountain. 

3.  Now  Jesus,  our  king,  reigns  triumph- 

antly glorious; 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  he  is  more  than 

victorious! 
With  shouting  proclaim  it — O  trust  in 

his  passion, 
He  saves  us  most  freely ; — O   glorious 

salvation! 

4.  Our  Jesus  proclaims  his  name  all  vic- 

torious ; 
He  reigns  over  all,  and  his  kingdom  is 
glorious ; 
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INVITING.  24. 

To  Jesus  we'll  join  with  the  great  con- 
gregation, 

And  triumph,  ascribing  to  him  our  sal- 
vation! 

5.  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  es- 
caped to  the  shore, 

With  harps  in  our  hands,  we'll  praise 
him  the  more; 

We'll  range  the  sweet  plains,  on  the 
banks  of  the  river, 

And  sing  of  salvation  for  ever  and  ever. 

HYMN  24.    CM. 

AMAZING  sight,  the  Saviour  stands 

And  knocks  at  every  door  ! 
Ten  thousand  blessings  in  his  hands 

To  satisfy  the  poor. 

2.  "Behold,"  he  saith,  "1  bleed  and  die 
To  bring  you  to  my  rest: — 

Hear,  sinners,  while  I'm  passing  by, 
And  be  for  ever  blest. 

3.  "  Will  you  despise  my  bleeding  love, 
And  choose  the  way  to  hell  ? 

Or  in  the  glorious  realms  above, 
With  me  for  ever  dwell  ? 

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25.  INVITING. 

4.  "  Not  to  condemn  your  wretched  race 
Have  I  in  judgment  come; 

But  to  display  unbounded  grace, 
And  bring  lost  sinners  home. 

5.  "  Will  you  go  down  to  endless  night, 
And  bear  eternal  pain  ? 

Or  in  the  glorious  realms  of  light 
With  me  for  ever  reign  ? 

6.  "  Say— will  you   hear   my   gracious 

voice, 
And  have  your  sins  forgiven  ? 
Or  will  you  make  that  wretched  choice, 
And  bar  yourselves  from  heaven  ?" 

HYMN  25.     8,7,4. 
SINNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message, 

Sent  in  mercy  from  above, 
Every  sentence — Oh,  how  tender  ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love; 

Listen  to  it — 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2.  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel, 

News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim, 
To  each  rebel  sinner — "Pardon, 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 

Oh  !  how  blessed  ! 
"Free  forgiveness  in  his  name!" 
28 


INVITING.  26. 

3.  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  suc- 

cour; 
Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears; 
And  with  news  of  consolation, 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears : 

Tender  heralds — 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

4.  False  professors,  grov'ling  worldlings, 
Callous  hearers  of  the  word, 

"While  the  messengers  address  you, 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford; 

We  entreat  you, 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford. 

HYMN  26.    L.  M. 

TO-Dx\Y,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice: 
Say,  will  you  be  for  ever  blest, 
And  with  the  glorious  Jesus  rest? 

2.  Will  you  he  saved  from  guilt  and  pain? 
Will  you  with  Christ  for  ever  reign?    - 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go? 

Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

3.  Come,  blooming  youth,  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound; 
Come,  go  with  us.  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joys  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

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27.  INVITING. 

4.  Behold  he's  waiting  at  your  door! 
Make  now  your  choice;  O,  halt  no  more; 
Say,  sinner,  say,  what  will  you  do? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

5.  Why  rush  in  carnal  pleasures  on? 
Why  madly  plunge  in  sorrow  down?' 
Say,  without  Christ  what  can  you  do? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

C.  O,  must  we  bid  you  all  farewell; 
We  bound  to  heaven,  and  you  to  hell? 
Still  God  may  hear  us  while  we  pray, 
And  change  you,  ere  that  burning  day. 

7.  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name, 
We  know  his  love  remains  the  same; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

HYMN  27.    CM. 

LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  rejoice! 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 

With  an  inviting  voice. 

2.  Ho!  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 
Who  feed  upon  the  wind — 
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INVITING.  28. 

And  vainly  strive,  with  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  an  empty  mind: — 

3.  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepar'd 
A  soul-reviving  feast; 

And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4.  Ho!  ye  who  pant  for  living  streams. 
And  pine  away  and  die; 

Here,  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst, 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5.  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 
Stand  open  all  the  day; 

Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

HYMN  28.    8,  7,  4. 

SINNERS!  we  are  sent  to  bid  you 

To  the  gospel  feast  to-day; 
Will  you  slight  the  invitation — 

Will  you,  can  you,  yet  delay? 
Jesus  calls  you; 

Come,  poor  sinner,  come  away. 

2.  Come!  O  come!  all  things  are  ready- 
Bread  to  strengthen,  wine  to  cheer: 
31 


28.  INVITING. 

If  you  spurn  this  blood-bought  banquet, 
Sinner  can  thy  soul  appear 

A  guest  in  heaven, 
Scorning  heav'n's  rich  bounty  here? 

3.  Come!  O  come!  leave  father,  mother; 
To  your  Saviour's  bosom  fly: 

Leave  the  worthless  world  behind  you, 
Seek  for  pardon,  or  you  die: 

"  Pardon,  Saviour!" 
Hear  the  sinking  sinner  cry. 

4.  Even  now  the  Holy  Spirit 
Moves  upon  some  melting  heart, 

Pleads  a  bleeding  Saviour's  merit — 
Sinner,  will  you  say  "  Depart?" 

Wretched  sinner, 
Can  you  bid  your  God  depart? 

5.  What  are  all  earth's  dearest  pleasures. 
Were  they  more  than  tongue  could  tell? 

What  are  all  its  boasted  treasures, 
To  a  soul  once  sunk  in  hell? 

Treasure!  pleasure! 
No  such  sounds  are  heard  in  hell. 

6.  Fly!  O  fly  ye  to  the  mountain, 
Linger  not  in  all  the  plain! — 

32 


PENITENTIAL.  29. 

Leave  this  Sodom  of  corruption, 
Turn  not,  look  not  back  again; 
Fly  to  Jesus, 
Linger  not  in  all  the  plain. 


PENITENTIAL. 

HYMN  29.    L.  M. 

OH,  that  the  Lord  would  hear  my  cry, 
And  stay  his  anger  lest  1  die! 
Thy  wrath  is  just — yet,  oh,  forgive! 
And  let  a  mourning  sinner  live. 

2.  In  all  my  frame,  without,  within, 
I  feel  the  sad  effects  of  sin ; 

How  long,  my  God,  must  I  complain, 
And  deprecate  thy  wrath  in  vain? 

3.  Oh,  should  I  die  deprived  of  thee! 
"What  being  else  can  succour  me? 

Thy  frowns  would  rend  my  soul  in  death, 
And  sink  it  to  the  depths  beneath. 

4.  Ye  darling  sins,  that  plague  me  so, 
The  greatest  enemies  I  know, 

Depart — for  God  hath  heard  my  pray'r,- 
And  will  not  let  me  long  despair. 
c  33 


30.  PENITENTIAL. 

5.  No; — I  shall  yet  his  goodness  bless; 
And  when  this  transient  life  shall  pass, 
Then,  full  of  glory,  1  shall  prove 
He  can  be  just,  and  sinners  love. 

HYMN  30.     L.  M. 

THOU  man  of  griefs,  remember  me, 
Who  never  canst  thyself  forget, 

Thy  last  mysterious  agony, 

Thy  fainting  pangs  and  bloody  sweat! 

2.  When  wrestling  in  the  strength  of 

pray'r, 
Thy  spirit  sunk  beneath  its  load> 
Thy  feeble  flesh  abhorr'd  to  bear 
The  wrath  of  an  Almighty  God. 

3.  Father,  if  I  may  call  thee  so, 
Regard  my  fearful  heart's  desire, 

Remove  this  load  of  guilty  wo, 
Nor  let  me  in  my  sins  expire  ! 

4.  I  tremble,  lest  the  wrath  divine, 
Which  bruises  now  my  wretched  soul, 

Should  bruise  this  wretched  soul  of  mine, 
Long  as  eternal  ages  roll. 

5.  I  deprecate  that  death  alone — 
That  endless  banishment  from  thee; 

34 


PENITENTIAL.         31,  32, 

O  save,  and  give  me  to  thy  Son, 
Who  trembled,  wept,  and  bled  for  met 

HYMN  31.    S.  M. 

DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep? 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 

Burst  forth  from  ev'ry  eye. 

2.  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 
Angels  with  wonder  see! 

Be  thou  astonish'd,  O  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3.  He  wept,  that  we  might  weep; 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear: 

In  heav'n  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 

HYMN  32.    7s. 

JESUS,  save  my  dving  soul; 
Make  the  broken  spirit  whole; 
Humbled  in  the  dust  I  lie; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

2.  Jesus,  full  of  every  grace, 
Now  reveal  thy  smiling  face; 

35 


33.  PENITENTIAL. 

Grant  the  joy  of  sin,  forgiven, 
Foretaste  of  the  bliss  of  heaven. 

3.  All  my  guilt  to  thee  is  known, 
Thou  art  righteous,  thou  alone. 
All  my  help  is  from  thy  cross; 
All  beside  I  count  but  loss. 

4.  Lord,  in  thee  1  now  believe; 
Wilt  thou— \ 
Helpless  at  thy  feet  I  lie; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

HYMN  33.    8,  7,  4. 

WELCOME,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer! 

Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine: 
Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender, 

Ev'ry  pow'r  and  thought  be  thine; 
Thine  entirely: 

Through  eternal  ages  thine. 

2.  Known  to  all  to  be  thy  mansion, 

Earth  and  hell  will  disappear; 
Or  in  vain  attempt  possession, 
When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near; 

Shout,  O  Zion! 
Shout,  ye  saints,  the  Lord  is  here! 
36 


PENITENTIAL.  34,  35. 

HYMN  34.    7s. 
DEPTH  of  mercy!  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare? 

2.  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace, 
Long  provoked  him  to  bis  face; 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls, 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3.  Kindled  his  relentings  are, 
Me  he  now  delights  to  spare; 
Cries,  u  How  shall  I  give  thee  up?" 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

4.  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 
Shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his  hands! 
God  is  love!  I  know,  I  feel; 

Jesus  weeps  and  loves  me  still, 

HYMN  35.    8,  7. 
SAVIOUR,  canst  thou  love  a  traitor? 

•Canst  thou  love  a  child  of  wrath? 
Can  a  hell-deserving  creature 

Be  the  purchase  of  thy  death? 
Is  thy  hlood  so  efficacious, 
As  to  make  roy  nature  clean? 
37 


36.  PENITENTIAL. 

Is  thy  sacrifice  so  precious, 
As  to  free  me  from  my  sin? 

2.  Sin  on  every  side  surrounds  me; 
No  acquittance  can  I  hear; 

Fangs  of  unbelief  confound  me, 
Help  me,  Lord,  my  grief  to  bear. 

Here,  then,  is  my  resolution, 
At  thy  dearest  feet  to  fall: 

Here  I'll  meet  my  condemnation, 
Or  a  freedom  from  my  thrall. 

3.  Now  deny  thy  grace  and  mercy, 
If  thou  canst,  to  wretched  me; 

Lay  aside  thy  love  and  pity, 
If  thou  canst,  and  let  me  die! 

If  1  meet  with  condemnation, 
Justly  I  deserve  the  same; 

If  I  meet  with  free  salvation, 
I  will  magnify  thy  name. 


HYMN  36.    C.  M. 

JESUS!  thou  art  the  sinner's  fiiend, 

As  sucb  I  look  to  thee; 
Now  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 

Oh,  Lord!  remember  me. 
38 


PENITENTIAL.  37. 

2.  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, 
Remember  Calvary; 

Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

3.  Thou  wondrous  advocate  with  God! 
I  yield  myself  to  thee; 

While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
O  Lord!  remember  me. 

4.  1  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile, 
Yet  thy  salvation's  free; 

Then,  in  thy  all-abounding  grace, 
O  Lord!  remember  me. 

5.  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distress'd, 
Howe'er  oppress'd  I  be, 

Howe'er  afflieted  here  on  earth, 
Do  thou  remember  me. 

6.  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 
And  creature  helps  all  flee, 

Then,  oh  my  great  Redeemer,  God! 


HYMN  37.    7s. 

Rock  of  ages!  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee; 

39 


38.  PENITENTIAL. 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  side,  a  healing  flood, 
Se  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Save  from  wrath,  and  make  me  pure. 

2.  Should  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone; 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3.  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne — 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee! 

HYMN  33.    L.  M. 

STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 
Though  1  have  done  thee  such  despite; 

Nor  cast  the  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2.  Though  I  have  steel'd   my  stubborn 
heart, 
And  still  shook  off  my  guilty  feara; 
40 


PENITENTIAL.  39. 

And  vex'd,  and  urg'd  thee  to  depart, 
For  many  long  rebellious  years: 

3.  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been, 
Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  receiv'd! 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen; 
Ten    thousand    times    thy    goodness 
griev'd: 

4.  Yet,  O!  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honour  of  my  great  High  Priest; 

Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear 
To  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  rest. 

HYMN  39.     C.  M. 
HEAL  us,  Immanuel,  here  we  stand, 

Waiting  to  feel  thy  touch; 
To  wounded  souls  stretch  forth  thy  hand, 

Blest  Saviour,  we  are  such. 

2.  Remember  him  who  once  applied, 
With  trembling  for  relief; 

"  Lord,  I  believe,"  with  tears,  he  cried, 
"  Oh,  help  my  unbelief." 

3.  She,  too,  who  touch'd  thee  in  the  press, 
And  healing  virtue  stole, 

Was  answer'd,  "  Daughter,  go  in  peace, 
Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole." 
41 


40.  BACKSLIDING 

4.  Like  her,  with  hopes  and  fears  we 
come, 

To  touch  thee  if  we  may; 
Oh,  send  us  not  despairing  home, 

Send  none  unheal'd  away. 

HYMN  40.  C.  M. 

LORD,  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie, 
And  knock  at  mercy's  door; 

With  heavy  heart  and  downcast  eye, 
Thy  favour  we  implore. 

2.  Without  thy  grace  we  sink  opprest 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell; 

Oh,  give  our  troubled  spirit  rest, 
Our  gloomy  fears  dispel. 

3.  'Tis  mercy,  mercy  we  implore; 
Oh  may  thy  pity  move: 

Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustless  store, 
And  thou  thyself  art  love. 

4.  In  mercy  now,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
Our  many  sins  forgive; 

Thy  grace  our  rocky  hearts  can  break, 
And  breaking  soon  relieve. 
42 


AND  FORMALITY.  41. 

5.  Thus  melt  us  down,  thus  make  us  bend, 

And  thy  dominion  own; 
Nor  let  a  rival  more  pretend 

To  repossess  thy  throne. 


BACKSLIDING    AND 
FORMALITY. 

HYMN  41.     C.  M. 

OH  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb! 

2.  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord? 

Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word? 

3.  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy'dl 
How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still! 

But  now  1  find  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4.  Return,0  holy  Dove!  return, 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest! 

43 


42.  BACKSLIDING 

I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5.  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
Whate'er  that  idol  be, 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6.  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame; 

So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  42.    S.  M. 

RELIGION'S  form  is  vain, 

While  we  deny  its  power! 
What,  will  the  hypocrite  obtain, 

In  death's  tremendous  hour? 

2.  Now  he  may  credit  gain, 
And  in  his  affluence  roll; 

But  all  his  profit  will  be  pain, 
When  God  shall  take  his  soul. 

3.  Then,  O  what  dread  surprise, 
What  horror  and  dismay, 

When  death  shall  open  wide  his  eyes, 
And  tear  his  mask  away1 
44 


AND  FORMALITY.  43, 

4.  Lord,  search  and  know  my  heart, 

And  make  my  soul  sincere; 
And  bid  hypocrisy  depart. 

And  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

HYMN  43.     C.  M. 

OH,  why  did  I  my  Saviour  leave, 

So  soon  unfaithful  prove: 
How  could  I  thy  good  Spirit  grieve, 

And  sin  against  thy  love. 

2.  I  forc'd  thee  first  to  disappear, 
I  turn'd  thy  face  aside; 

Ah,  Lord!  if  thou  hadst  still  been  here, 
Thy  servant  had  not  died. 

3.  But  O,  how  soon  thy  wrath  is  o'er, 
And  pard'ning  love  takes  place! 

Assist  me,  Saviour,  to  adore 
The  riches  of  thy  grace. 

4.  O  could  I  lose  myself  in  thee, 
Thy  depth  of  mercy  prove; 

Thou  vast  unfathomable  sea 
Of  unexhausted  love! 

5.  I  loathe  myself  when  God  I  see, 
And  into  nothing  fall; 

45 


44.  BACKSLIDING 

Content  if  thou  exalted  be, 
And  Christ  be  All  in  All. 

HYMN  44.    C.  M. 

OH,  that  I  were  as  heretofore! 

When  warm  in  my  first  love; 
I  only  liv'd  my  God  t'  adore, 

And  seek  the  things  above! 

2.  Upon  my  head  his  candle  shone, 
And  lavish  of  his  grace, 

With  cords  of  love  he  drew  me  on 
And  half  unveil'd  his  face. 

3.  Far,  far  above  all  earthly  things 
Triumphantly  I  rode; 

I  soar'd  to  heaven  on  eagles'  wings, 
And  found  and  talked  with  God. 

4.  Where  am  I  now?  from  what  a  height 
Of  happiness  cast  down! 

The  glory  swallow'd  up  in  night, 
And  faded  is  the  crown. 

5.  O  God,  thou  art  my  home,  my  rest, 
For  which  I  sigh  in  pain! 

How  shall  I  'scape  into  thy  breast, 
My  Eden  how  regain? 
46 


AND  FORMALITY.      45,  46. 

[HYMN  45.    S.  M. 

O  JESUS!  full  of  grace, 
To  thee  I  make  my  moan; 

Let  me  again  behold  thy  face, 
Call  home  thy  banished  one. 

2.  Again  my  pardon  seal, 
Again  my  soul  restore, 

And  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  bid  me  sin  no  more. 

3.  Wilt  thou  not  bid  me  rise? 
Speak,  and  my  soul  shall  live; 

Forgive,  my  gasping  spirit  cries, 
Abundantly  forgive; 

4.  For  thine  own  mercy's  sake 
Relieve  my  wretchedness, 

And  O  my  pardon  give  me  back, 
And  give  me  back  my  peace! 

5.  Again  thy  love  reveal, 
Restore  that  inward  heaven: 

O  grant  me  once  again  to  feel, 
Through  faith,  my  sins  forgiven. 

HYMN  46.    L.  M. 

SHOW  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive, 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live; 

47 


46.  BACKSLIDING 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee? 

2.  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3.  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean: 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4.  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
1  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5.  Should   sudden  vengeance  seize  my 

breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6.  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose    hope,  still  hov'ring  round    thy 

word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 
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AND  FORMALITY.  47. 

HYMN  47.    lis. 

WHY  sleep  ye,  my  brethren?  come,  let 

us  arise, 
O,  why  should  we  slumber  in  sight  of  the 

prize? 
Salvation  is  nearer,  our  days  are  far  spent; 
Q,  let  us  be  active;  awake!  and  repent. 

2.  O,  how  can  we  slumber!  the  Master  is 

come, 
And  calling  on  sinners  to  seek  them  a 

home; 
The   Spirit   and  Bride  now  in  concert 

unite, 
The  weary  they  welcome,  the  careless 

invite. 

3.  O,  how  can  we  slumber!  our  foes  are 

awake; 
To  ruin  poor  souls  every  effort  they  make; 
To  accomplish  their  object  no  means  are 

untried, 
The  careless  they  comfort,  the  wakeful 

misguide. 

4.  O,  how  can  we  slumber!  when  so  much 

was  done, 
To  purchase  salvation  by  Jesus  the  Son! 
d  49 


48.  CHRIST. 

Now  mercy  is  proffer'd  and  justice  dis- 

play'd, 
Now  God  can  be  honour'd  and  sinners  be 

saved. 

5.  O,  bow  can  ye  slumber!  when  death  is 

so  near, 

And  sinners  are  sinking  to  endless  de- 
spair; 

Now  prayers  may  avail,  and  they  gain 
the  high  prize, 

Before  tney  in  torment  shall  lift  up  their 
eyes. 

6.  O,  how  can  ye  slumber!  ye  sinners, 

look  round, 

Before  the  last  trumpet  your  hearts  shall 
confound; 

O,  fly  to  the  Saviour,  he  calls  you  to-day; 

While  mercy  is  waiting,  O  make  no  de- 
lay. 


CHRIST. 
HYMN  48.    CM. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear! 
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CHRIST,  48. 

It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2.  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3.  Dear  name!  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 
My  shield  and  hiding-place; 

My  never-failing  treas'ry,  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4.  Jesus!  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend, 
My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5.  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought, 

But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  1  ought. 

6.  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  ev'ry  fleeting  breath; 

And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

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49,  50.  CHRIST. 

HYMN  49.    CM. 

MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join, 

And  chant  the  solemn  lay: 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude,  combine 

To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2.  In  heaven  the  rapt'rous  song  began, 
And  sweet  seraphic  fire 

Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

3.  Swift,  through  the  vast  expanse,  it  flew, 
And  loud  the  echo  roll'd;      • 

The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
'Twas-more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4.  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 
Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran; 

And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5.  Hark!  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 
And  glory  leads  the  song; 

Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious  heavenly  throng. 

HYMN  50.    7s. 

HARK',  the  herald  angels  sing, 
"  Glory  to  the  new-born  King! 
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CHRIST.  51. 

Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconcil'd." 

2.  Mild,  he  lays  his  glory  by; 
Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die; 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 

Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies. 

3.  "  Glory  to  the  new-born  King!" 
Let  us  all  the  anthem  sing: 
"Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconcil'd." 

HYMN  51.    8,7. 

LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
Joy  of  heaven  to  earth  come  down! 

Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown; 

Jesus!  thou  art  all  compassion, 
Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art; 

Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 
Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

2.  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit, 

Into  every  troubled  breast! 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest; 
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52.  CHRIST. 

Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be, 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3.  Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 
Let"  us  all  thy  life  receive! 

Suddenly  return,  and  never, 
Never  more  thy  temple  leave! 

Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 
Serve  thee  as  thine  hosts  above; 

Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 
Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

4.  Finish  then  thy  new  creation, 
Happy,  holy  may  we  be: 

Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  secured  by  thee! 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

HYMN  52.    CM. 

YONDER!  amazing  sight!  I  see 

Th'  incarnate  Son  of  God, 
Expiring  on  th'  accursed  tree, 

And  welt'ring  in  his  blood! 
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CHRIST.  53. 

2.  Behold  the  purple  torrent  run 
Down  from  his  hands  and  head: 

The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun; 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 

3.  The  trembling  earth,  the  darken'd  sky, 
Proclaim  the  truth  aloud; 

And  with  th'  amazed  centurion  cry, 
"This  is  the  Son  of  God." 

4.  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice 
May  well  my  hope  revive; 

If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
The  sinner  sure  may  live. 

HYMN  53.    7,  6. 

OH  sacred  Head,  now  wounded, 

With  grief  and  shame  weigh'd  down; 
Now  scornfully  surrounded 

With  thorns,  thy  only  crown: 
O  sacred  Head,  what  glory, 

What  bliss  till  now  was  thine! 
Yet  though  despised  and  gory, 

I  joy  to  call  thee  mine. 

2.  O  noblest  brow  and  dearest, 
In  other  days  the  world 

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53.  CHRIST. 

All  fear'd  when  thou  appearedst; 

What  shame  on  thee  is  hurl'd! 
How  art  thou  pale  with  anguish, 

With  sore  abuse  and  scorn; 
How  does  that  visage  languish, 

Which  once  was  bright  as  morn. 

3.  What  thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffer'd, 
Was  all  for  sinners'  gain; — 

Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 
But  thine  the  deadly  pain. 

Lo,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour! 
'Tis  I  deserve  thy  place, 

Look  on  me  with  thy  favour, 
Vouchsafe  to  me  thy  grace? 

4.  Receive  me,  my  Redeemer, 
My  Shepherd,  make  me  thine^ 

Of  every  good  the  fountain, 
Thou  art  the  spring  of  mine*. 

Thy  lips  with  love  distilling, 
And  milk  of  truth  sincere. 

With  heaven's  bliss  are  filling 
The  soul  that  trembles  here. 

5.  The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken — 
Above  all  joys  beside — 

When  in  thy  body  broken 
I  thus  with  safety  hide. 
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CHRIST.  53. 

My  Lord  of  life,  desiring 

Thy  glory  now  to  see, 
Beside  the  cross  expiring, 

I'd  breathe  my  soul  to  thee. 

6.  What  language  shall  1  borrow, 
To  thank  thee,  dearest  Friend, 

For  this  thy  dying  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end! 
O  make  me  thine  for  ever, 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never,. 

Outlive  my  love  to  thee. 

7.  If  1  a  wretoh,  should  leave  thee, 
O  Jesus,  leave  not  me; 

In  faith  may  I  receive  thee, 
When  death  shall  set  me  free. 

When  strength  and  comfort  languish, 
And  I  mast  hence  depart, 

Release  me  then  from  anguish, 
By  thine  own  wounded  heart. 

8.  Be  near  when  I  am  dying, 
O,  show  thy  cross  to  me! 

And  for  my  succour  flying, 

Come,  Lord,  to  set  me  free. 
These  eyes  new  faith  receiving, 

From  Jesus  shall  not  move; 


54,  CHRIST. 

For  he  who  dies  believing, 

Dies  safely — through  thy  love. 

HYMN  54.    7s. 

TO  the  cross  where  Jesus  dies, 

Where  my  Lord  resigns  his  breath, 
Where  affliction  veils  his  eyes, 

Swimming  in  the  tears  of  death: 
Thither  bringing  all  my  guilt, 

From  avenging  wrath  I  flee, 
To  the  blood  of  sprinkling  spilt — 

Spilt  to  set  the  sinner  free. 

2.  'Mid  convulsive  agonies, 
Peace  his  quivering  lips  impart; 

Pardon  seal'd  by  broken  sighs 
Issuing  from  a  bursting  heart; 

Let  me  feel  this  healing  power, 
Let  this  harden'd  heart  of  stone, 

Melt  beneath  this  purple  shower 
From  his  body  trickling  down. 

3.  On  those  temples,  crown'd  with  thorns, 
Suff'ring  majesty  appears; 

Love  that  dying  face  adorns, 

Stain'd  with  blood  and  soil'd  with  tears; 
Pierce  the  shadows  of  the  heart, 

With  the  light'ning  of  that  eye; 
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CHRIST.  55. 

Smiles  of  peace  to  me  impart, 
Let  me  feel,  or  I  must  die! 

HYMN  55.     C.  M. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Emmanuel's  veins; 

And  sinners,  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2.  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day; 

And  there  may  1,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3.  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power, 

Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 


4.  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream, 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
„  And  shall  be — till  I  die. 

5.  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
Pll  sing  thy  pow'r  to  save; 

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56.  CHRIST. 

When  this  poor,  lisping,    stamm'ring 
tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

HYMN  56.    L.  M. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 

And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me — 
His  loving-kindness,  Oh,  how  free! 

2.  He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me,  notwithstanding  all: 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate — 
His  loving-kindness,  Oh,  how  great! 

3.  Tho'  num'rous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Tho'  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along — 
His  loving-kindness,  Oh,  how  strong! 

4.  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood — 
His  loving-kindness,  Oh,  how  good! 

5.  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart, 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart; 

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CHRIST.  57, 

But,  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving- kindness  changes  not. 

6.  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  pow'rs  must  fail; 
Oh!  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

7.  Then  let  me  mount,  and  soar  away, 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise. 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  57.    7s. 

ANGELS!  roll  the  rock  away! 
Death!  yield  up  the  mighty  prey; 
See!  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2.  'Tis  the  Saviour!  angels,  raise 
Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise! 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound. 

3.  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes! 
Now  to  glory  see  him  rise, 

In  long  triumph  up  the  sky — 
Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high: 

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58.  CHRIST. 

4.  Praise  him,  all  ye  heav'nly  choirs! 
Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres! 
Shout,  O  earth,  in  rapt'rous  song1. 
Let  the  strains  be  sweet  and  strong! 

HYMN  58.    C.  M. 

IT  is  the  voice  of  love  divine, 
That  strikes  the  list'ning  ear, 

That  soothes  his  mourning  followers' 
grief, 
And  wipes  the  falling  tear: 

2.  "  Because  I   leave   this   world" — he 
^       cries, 

"Your  weeping  eyes  o'erflow; 
But  though  I  seek  my  native  skies, 
My  heart  remains  below. 

3.  "  My  spirit  shall  descend,  and  rest 
Upon  each  faithful  head, 

Till  I,  your  Lord,  return  to  call 
My  servants  from  the  dead." 

4.  He  said — and  lifting  up  his  hands, 
Pronounc'd  his  parting  prayer; 

When  lo!  a  bright  descending  cloud 
Convey'd  him  through  the  air. 
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CHRIST.  59. 

5.  With  solemn  awe  his  followers  view'd 
The  splendour  of  the  scene, 

While  the  unfolding  gates  of  light 
Receiv'd  the  Saviour  in. 

6.  Burning  with  holy  zeal,  they  spread. 
Through  distant  lands,  his  word:; 

And  we,  like  them,  with  faith  and  joy 
Expect  our  risen  Lord. 

HYMN  59.    8,  7. 

ONE  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend, 

His  is  love,  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

2.  Which  of  all  our  friends  to  save  us, 
Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood? 

But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconcil'd  in  him  to  God. 

3.  When  he  liv'd  on  earth  abased, 
Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name; 

Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

4.  Oh,  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften! 
Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love; 

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60,  61.  CHRIST. 

We,  alas!  forget  too  often, 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 

HYMN  60.    L.  M. 

DEEP  are  the  wounds   which  sin  has 
made; . 

Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure? 
In  vain,  alas,  is  nature's  aid — 

The  work  exceeds  all  nature's  pow'r. 

2.  And  can  nosov'reign  balm  be  found? 
And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh, 

To  ease  the  pain  and  heal  the  wound, 
Ere  life  and  hope  for  ever  fly? 

3.  There  is  a  great  physician  near: 
Look  up,  O  fainting  soul,  and  live; 

See,  in  his  heav'nly  smiles,  appear 
Such  ease  as  nature  cannot  give! 

4.  See,  in  the  Saviour's  dying  blood, 
Life,  health,  and  bliss  abundant  flow! 

'Tis  only  this  dear  sacred  flood 
Can  ease  thy  pain  and  heal  thy  wo. 

HYMN  61.    7,  6. 

HOW  lost  was  my  condition, 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole! 
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CHRIST.  61, 

There  is  but  one  physician, 

Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul!— 
The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light,  compared  with  sin; 
On  ev'ry  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within. 

2.  From  men  great  skill  professing, 
1  thought  a  cure  to  gain; 

But  this  prov'd  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain: 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost, — 
Thus  every  refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

3.  At  length  this  great  Physician — 
How  matchless  is  his  grace! 

Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case; — 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave; 
To  tell  to  all  around  me, 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

4.  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 
Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 

At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 
And  saves  the  soul  from  death; 
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62.  CHRIST. 

Come  then  to  this  Physician, 

His  help  he'll  freely  give, 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 

Tis  only — look — and  live! 

HYMN  62.    C.  M. 

WE  bless  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord, 
That  comes  with  truth  and  grace; 

Jesus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word, 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

2.  We  rev'rence  our  High  Priest  above, 
Who  offer'd  up  his  blood, 

And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 
By  pleading  with  our  God. 

3.  We  honour  our  exalted  King, 
How  sweet  are  his  commands! 

He  guards  our  souls  from  hell  and  sin, 
By  his  almighty  hands. 

4.  Hosanna  to  his  blessed  name, 
Who  saves  by  glorious  ways; 

Th'  anointed  Saviour  has  a  claim 
To  our  immortal  praise. 
66 


HOLY  SPIRIT.  63. 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 


HYMN  63.    L.M. 

SAY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within, 
Oft  whisper'd  to  thy  secret  soul, — 

Urg'd  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control? 

2.  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 
Of  worldliness  and  vanity, 

And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 
And  warn'd  thee  from  that  wrath  to 
flee? 

3.  Sinner,  it  was  a  heav'nly  voice, 
It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call; 

It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

A.  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind; 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight, 

And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

5.  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 
With  harden'd,  self-destroying  man; 

Ye,  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 
67 


64,  65,  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

6.  Sinner — perhaps  this  very  day, 
Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be; 

Oh,  should'st  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee, 

HYMN  64.    S.  M. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds — 

The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

S.  Convince  us  of  our  sin; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood; 
And  to  our  wond'ring  view  reveal 

The  secret  love  of  God. 

3.  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart — 
To  sanctify  the  soul — 

To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new  create  the  whole. 

4.  Revive  our  drooping  faith; 
Our  doubts  and  fears  remove; 

And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

HYMN  65.    L.  M. 
WEARY  of  struggling  with  my  pain, 
Hopeless  to  burst  this  sinful  chain, 
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HOLY  SPIRIT.  66. 

At  length  I  give  the  contest  o'er, 
And  seek  to  free  myself  no  more. 

2.  From  my  own  works  at  last  I  cease — 
God  that  creates  must  seal  my  peace; 
Fruitless  my  toil,  and  vain  my  care, 
Unless  thy  sov 'reign  grace  1  share. 

3.  Lord,  I  despair  myself  to  heal; 
I  see  my  sin  but  do  not  feel; 
Nor  shall  I  till  thy  Spirit  blow, 
And  bid  th'  obedient  waters  flow. 

4.  'Tis  thine  a  heart  of  flesh  to  give, 
Thy  gifts  I  only  can  receive; 
Here  then  to  thee  I  all  resign, — 
To  draw,  redeem,  and  seal  is  thine. 

HYMN  66.    L.  M. 

SURE  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh, 
'Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart; 

Else  would  my  hope  for  ever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

2.  When  some  kind  promise  glads  my 
soul, 
Do  I  not  find  his  healing  voice 
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66.  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

The  tempest  of  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  drooping  pow'rs  rejoice? 

3.  Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 
With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires; 

Can  it  be  less  than  pow'r  divine, 
Which  animates  these  strong  desires? 

4.  What  less  than  thine  almighty  word 
Can  raise  my  heart  from  earth  and  dust, 

And  bid  me  cleave  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
My  life,  my  treasure,  and  my  trust? 

5.  And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say 
I  love  my  God,  and  trust  his  grace, 

Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray, 
Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred 


6.  Let  thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart 
For  ever  dwell,  O  God  of  love, 

And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart, 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 
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FAITH.  67,  68. 

FAITH. 

HYMN  67.    C.  M. 

FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss 
And  saves  me  from  its  snares; 

Its  aid  in  ev?ry  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  my  cares; 

2.  Extinguishes  the  thirst  of  sin, 
And  lights  the  sacred  fire 

Of  love  to  God  and  heav'nly  things, 
And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 

3.  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its 

pow'r 
The  healing  balm  to  give; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live; 

4.  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 
Where  deathless  pleasures  reign; 

And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain. 

HYMN  68.    10, 11. 

BEGONE  unbelief!  my  Saviour  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief,  will  surely  appear; 
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68.  FAITH. 

By  pray'r  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will 

perform; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the 

storm. 

2.  Tho'  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my 

guide, 

'Tis  mine  to  obey — 'tis  his  to  provide; 

Tho'  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures 
all  fail, 

The  word  he  has  spoken  shall  surely  pre- 
vail. 

3.  His  love  in  time  past,  forbids  me  to 

think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink, 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer  1  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to  help  me 

quite  through. 

4.  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  o? 

distress, 
Temptation  or  pain? — he  told  me  no  less; 
The  heirs  of  salvation  I  know  from  his 

word, 
Thro'  much  tribulation  must  follow  their 

Lord. 
72 


FAITH.  69. 

5.  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for 
my  good, 

The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  med'cine  is  food; 

Tho'  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  be- 
fore long, 

And  then,  O  how  pleasant  the  con- 
qu'ror's  song! 

HYMN  69.    L.  M. 
'TIS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night, 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 

Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2.  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplieSj 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear; 

Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3.  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  thro'? 
While  faith  inspires  a  heav'nly  ray, 

Tho'  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4.  So  Abra'm,  by  divine  command, 
Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  Godi 

His  faith  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
And  rlr'd  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

7a 


70.  HOPE  AND 


HOPE  AND  ASSURANCE. 

HYMiN  70.    P.  M. 

WHEN  pulse  beats  low,  and  cheeks 
grow  pale, 

And  storms  of  life  are  fiercely  driven; 
When  fairest  prospects  quickly  fail, 

How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  heaven! 

2.  When  friends  that  seem'd  most  near 

and  dear 
Are  from  our  bosoms  swiftly  riven, 
And  life's  bright  joys  in  gloom  appear, 
How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  heaven! 

3.  When  lone  and  wand'ring  far  from 

home, 
No  kind  relief  to  us  is  given, 
O,  what  would  then  of  us  become, 
If  we  had  not  a  hope  in  heaven  ? 

4.  And  when  the  end  is  drawing  nigh, 
Of  life,  through  which  we  long  have 

striven, 
And  we  at  last  must  droop  and  die, 
How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  heaven! 
74 


ASSURANCE.  71. 

HYMN  71.    8,  7. 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee; 
Naked,  poor,  despis'd,  forsaken, 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  ev'ry  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hop'd,  or  known: 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heav'n  are  still  my  own. 

2.  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 
They  have  left  my  Saviour  too; 

Human  hearts,  and  looks  deceive  me, 
Thou  art  not  like  them  untrue; 

And  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 
God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 

Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  thee, 
Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

3.  Go  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure, 
Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain: 

In  thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure, 
With  thy  favour,  loss  is  gain. 

I  have  call'd  thee  Abba,  Father, 
I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee: 

Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 
All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 
75 


71.  HOPE  AND 

4.  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 
'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast; 

Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 
Heav'n  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 

Oh!  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 
While  thy  love  is  left  to  me; 

Oh!  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 
Were  that  joy  unmix'd  with  thee. 

5.  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation; 
Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care; 

Joy  to  find  in  ev'ry  station, 
Something  still  to  do,  or  bear. 

Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee; 
Think  -what  Father's  smiles  are  thine; 

Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee; 
Child  of  heav'n,  canst  thou  repine? 

6.  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 
Arm'd  by  faith,  and  wing'd  by  pray'r: 

Heav'n's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 
God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 

Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 
Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days; 

Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 
Faith  to  sight,  and  pray'r  to  praise. 
76 


ASSURANCE*  72. 

HYMN  72.    P.  M. 

RISE,  ray  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Towards  heav'n,  thy  native  place. 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay — 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepar'd  above. 

2.  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 
Nor  stay  in  all  their  course: 

Fires  ascending  seek  the  sun, 
Both  speed  them  to  their  source; 

So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 
Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face; 

Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 
To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3.  Fly  me  riches,  fly  me  cares, 
While  I  that  coast  explore, 

Flatt'ring  world,  with  all  thy  snares, 

Solicit  me  no  more. 
Pilgrims  fix  not  here  their  home, 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  night; 
When  the  last  dear  morn  is  come, 

They'll  rise  to  joyful  light. 

77 


73,  74.  HOPE  AND 

4.  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn. 

Press  onward  to  the  prize; 
Soon  the  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies: 
There  we'll  join  the  heav'nly  train, 

Welcom'd  to  partake  the  bliss; 
Fly  from  sorrow  and  from  pain, 

To  realms  of  endless  peace. 

HYMN  73.    L.  M. 
WHAT  sinners  value  I  resign; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine: 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2.  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there? 

3.  O  glorious  hour!  O  blest  abode! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God! 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

HYMN  74.    P.M. 

OH  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love! 
it  lifts  me  up  to  things  above: 
It  bears  on  eagle's  wings; 
78 


ASSURANCE.  75. 

It  gives  my  rayish'd  soul  a  taste, 
And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 
With  Jesus'  priests  and  kings. 

2.  Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope, 
I  stand,  and  from  the  mountain  top 

See  all  the  land  below: 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  Paradise, 

In  endless  plenty  grow. 

3.  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favour'd  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 

With  every  blessing  blest; 
There  d  wells  the  Lord  our  righteousness, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace, 

And  everlasting  rest. 

4.  O  that  I  might  at  once  go  up! 
No  more  on  this  side  Jordan  stop, 

But  now  the  land  possess! 
This  moment  end  my  legal  years; 
(fern-rows  and  sins,  and  doubts  and  fears, 

A  howling  wilderness. 

HYMN  75.  C.  M. 

WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 

79 


76.  HOPE  AND 

I'll  bid  farewell  to  ev>y  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2.  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  hellish  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage , 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3.  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
And  storms  of  sorrow  fall; 

May  1  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all. 

4.  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heav'nly  rest, 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

HYMN  76.    7,6. 

SOMETIMES  a  light  surprises 

The  Christian  while  he  sings; 
It  is  the  Lord  who  rises. 

With  healing  on  his  wings: 
"When  comforts  are  declining, 

He  grants  the  soul  again 
A  season  of  clear  shining, 

To  cheer  it  after  rain. 
80 


ASSURANCE.  76. 

2.  In  holy  contemplation, 
We  sweetly  then  pursue 

The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new: 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
Let  the  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

3.  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 
But  he  will  bear  us  through; — 

Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 

Will  clothe  his  people  too: 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed; 
And  he  who  feeds  the  ravens, 

Will  give  his  children  bread. 

4.  Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither, 
Their  wonted  fruit  shall  bear, 

Though  all  the  fields  should  wither, 
Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there: 

Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice; 

For  while  in  him  confiding, 
I  cannot  but  rejoice. 

F  81 


77,  78.        REGENERATION. 

REGENERATION. 

HYMN  77.    C.  M. 

SINNERS,  this  solemn  trulb  regard, 

Hear,  all  ye  sons  of  men; 
For  Christ  the  Saviour  hath  declar'd, 

"Ye  must  be  born  again." 

2.  Whate'er  might  be  your  birth  or  blood, 
The  sinner's  boast  is  vain; 

Thus  saith  the  glorious  Son  of  God, 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

3.  Our  nature's  totally  deprav'd — 
The  heart  a  sink  of  sin; 

Without  a  change  we  can't  be  sav'd; 
"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

4.  Spirit  of  life,  thy  grace  impart, 
And  breathe  on  sinners  slain; 

Bear  witness,  Lord,  in  ev'ry  heart, 
That  we  are  born  again. 

HYMN  78.    C.  P.  M. 
AWAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  1  found, 
And  knew  not  where  to  go; 
82 


REGENERATION.  78. 

O'erwbelm'd  with  sin,  with  anguish  slain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
Or  sink  to  endless  wo. 

2.  Amaz'd  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near: 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Still  sounded  in  mine  ear. 

3.  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head, 

I  no  relief  could  find; 
This  fearful  truth  increas'd  my  pain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

O'erwhelm'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

4.  Again  did  Sinai's  thunder  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  unwieldy  load; 
Alas!  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

5.  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare; 

83 


79.  PRAYER  AND 

Yet,  when  I  found  this  truth  remainy 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

6.  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Naz'reth  pass'd  that  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move; 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now,  by  his  grace,  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

7.  To  heav'n  the  joyful  tidings  flew, 
The  angels  tun'd  their  harps  anew, 

And  loftier  notes  did  raise; 
All  hail!  the  Lamb  who  once  was  slain, 
Unnumber'd  millions  born  again, 

Will  shout  thine  endless  praise. 


PRAYER  AND  INTERCESSION. 
HYMiN  79.    L.  P.  M. 

LOST  in  a  labyrinth  of  sin, 

Long  have  we  wander'd  to  and  fro, 

The  wilderness  hath  shut  us  in, 
And  only  faith  the  way  can  show; 

And  only  pray'r  can  lend  the  clue, 

And  guide  our  weary  footsteps  through. 
84 


INTERCESSION.  80. 

2.  Jesus,  thou  sov'reign  Lord  of  all, 
The  same  through  one  eternal  day. 

Attend  thy  feeble  followers'  call, 
And  oh,  instruct  us  how  to  pray; 

Pour  out  thy  supplicating  grace, 

And  stir  us  up  to  seek  thy  face. 

HYMN  80.    S.M. 

O  LORD,  thy  work  revive, 

In  Zion's  gloomy  hour, 
And  let  our  dying  graces  live 

By  thy  restoring  pow'r. 

2.  O,  let  thy  chosen  few 
Awake  to  earnest  prayer; 

Their  covenant  again  renew, 
And  walk  in  filial  fear. 

3.  Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak 
Through  lips  of  humble  clay, 

Till  hearts  of  adamant  shall  break, 
Till  rebels  shall  obey. 

4 .  Now  lend  thy  gracious  ear; 
Now  listen  to  our  cry; 

O,  come  and  bring  salvation  near; 
Our  souls  on  thee  rely. 

85 


81,  82.  PRAYER  AND 

HYMN  81.    7s. 
HOLY  GHOST,  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  the  darkness  into  day. 

2.  Holy  Ghost  with  pow'r  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine; 
Long  has  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3.  Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine, 
Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine; 
Cast  down  every  idol  throne, 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 

HYMN  82.     Who's  like  Jesus? 
JESUS,  thou  hast  bid  us  pray, 

And  never,  never  faint. 
"With  the  word  a  power  convey, 

To  utter  our  complaint! 
Quiet  shalt  thou  never  know, 

Till  we  from  sin  are  freed, 
O,  avenge  us  of  our  foe, 

And  bruise  the  serpent's  head! 

2.  We  have  now  begun  to  cry, 
And  we  will  never  end, 
86 


INTERCESSION.  83. 

Till  we  find  salvation  nigh, 
And  grasp  the  sinner's  Friend: 

Day  and  night  we'll  speak  our  wo, 
Importunately  plead; 

O,  avenge  us  of  our  foe, 
And  bruise  the  serpent's  head! 

3.  Speak  the  word,  and  we  shall  be 

From  all  our  bands  released; 
Only  thou  canst  set  us  free,  t 

By  Satan  long  oppress'd: 
Now  thy  power  almighty  show, 

Arise,  thou  conquering  Seed! 
O,  avenge  us  of  our  foe, 

And  bruise  the  serpent's  head! 

4.  Jesus,  hear  thy  Spirit's  call, 
Thy  Bride,  who  bids  thee  come! 

Come,  thou  righteous  Judge  of  all, 
Pronounce  the  tempter's  doom; 

Doom  him  to  eternal  wo, 
For  all  his  angels  made; 

Now  avenge  us  of  our  foe, 
For  ever  bruise  his  head! 

HYMN  83.    7s. 

COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  pray'r; 

87 


84.  PRAYER  AND 

He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Rise  and  ask  without  delay. 

2.  With  my  burden  I  begin; 
Lord!  remove  this  load  of  sin! 
Let  thy  blood  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

3.  Lord!  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast; 
There  thy  so v' reign  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

4.  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Ev'ry  hour  my  strength  renew; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 

HYMN  84.    CM. 

ALMIGHTY  LORD!  before  thy  throne 
Thy  mourning  people  bend! 

'Tis  on  thy  pard'ning  grace  alone 
Our  prostrate  hopes  depend. 

2.  How  chang'd,alas,  are  truths  divine, 

For  error,  guilt,  and  shame! 
What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 

Disgrace  the  Christian  name. 
88 


INTERCESSION.        85,  86. 

3.  O  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord; 

Convert  us  by  thy  grace; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 

And  see  again  thy  face. 

HYMN  85.    S.M. 

HOW  sweet  the  melting  lay, 
Which  breaks  upon  the  ear; 

When  at  the  hour  of  rising  day 
Christians  unite  in  prayer. 

2.  The  breezes  waft  their  cries 
Up  to  Jehovah's  throne; 

He  listens  to  their  bursting  sighs, 
And  sends  his  blessings  down. 

3.  So  Jesus  rose  to  pray, 
Before  the  morning  light; 

Once  on  the  chilling  mount  did  stay 
And  wrestle  all  the  night. 

4.  Glory  to  God  on  high 

Who  sends  his  blessings  down, 
To  rescue  souls  condemn'd  to  die, 
And  makes  his  people  one. 

HYMN  86.     Who's  like  Jesvs? 
LAMB  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love 
We  now  recall  to  mind; 

89 


87.  PRAYER  AND 

Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find; 
Think  on  us  who  think  on  thee; 

Ev'ry  burden'd  soul  release: 
Oh,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

2.  Through  thy  blood  by  faith  applied, 

Let  sinners  pardon  feel; 
Speak  us  freely  justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal: 
By  thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease; 
Oh,  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

HYMN  87.    C.  M. 

FATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee, 

No  other  help  I  know; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 

Ah,  whither  shall  I  go? 

2.  What  did  thine  only'Son  endure, 
Before  I  drew  my  breath! 

What  pain,  what  labour  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death! 

3.  O  Jesus,  could  I  this  believe, 
I  now  should  feel  thy  pow'r; 

90 


INTERCESSION-  88. 

Now  my  poor  soul  thou  wouldst  retrieve, 
.Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4.  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes: 
O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift, 

My  soul  without  it  dies. 

HYMN  83.    L.  M. 

LOOK  down,  O  God,  with  pitying  eye; 
See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie; 
Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
And  scatters  slaughter'd  heaps  around. 

2.  And  can  these  mould'ring  corpses  live? 
And  can  these  dead,  dry  bones  revive? 
That,  mighty  God,  to  thee  is  known! 
That  wondrous  work  is  all  thine  own. 

3.  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain; 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

4.  O  let  thy  Spirit  come  and  breathe 
New  life  through  all  the  realms  of  death! 
Dry  bones  shall  then  obey  thy  voice, 
Shall  move,  shall  waken,  and  rejoice. 

91 


89,  90.  PRAYER  AND 

HYMN  89.    7s. 

SON  of  God,  thy  blessing  grant, 
Still  supply  our  every  want! 
Tree  of  life,  thy  influence  shed, 
"With  thy  sap  my  spirit  feed. 

2.  Tend'rest  branch,  alas!  am  I, 
"Wither  without  thee  and  die; 
"Weak  as  helpless  infancy; 

O  confirm  my  soul  in  thee! 

3.  Unsustain'd  by  thee  I  fall; 
Send  the  help  for  which  I  call: 
Weaker  than  a  bruised  reed, 
Help  I  every  moment  need. 

4.  All  my  hopes  on  thee  depend; 
Love  me,  save  me  to  the  end: 
Give  me  the  continuing  grace, 
Take  the  everlasting  praise. 

HYMN  90.    L.  M. 

BLEST  Lord,  behold  the  guilty  scorn 
Of  those  who  hate  and  mock    our 
praise; 
Pity  their  state  and  make  them  turn, 
No  more  to  walk  in  sinful  ways. 
92 


INTERCESSION.  90. 

2.  Anxious  we  see  their  wretched  state, 
Who  never  think  of  heav'n  or  hell; 

They  laugh   and   sport,  and   court  the 
gate 
Which    opes  where  endless   terrors 
dwell. 

3.  Lead  them  to  view  a  sinful  heart, 
A  soul  all  enmity  to  thee, 

Destroy'd,  defil'd  in  every  part, 
Too  proud  to  bow,  too  blind  to  see. 

4.  Lead  them  to  view  a  holy  law, 
Which  justly  dooms  to  endless  death, 

To  feel  that  guilt  which  Jesus  saw, 
And  pray'd  "Forgive,"   with   dying 
breath. 

5.  Open  their  eyes,  unstop  their  ears, 
To  hear  condemning  justice  sound; 

Lord,  change  their  hearts,  and  then  their 
tears 
Will  witness  grief  to  all  around. 

6.  Once  we  were  blind,  like  them  we 

strove, 
Till  sov 'reign  mercy  chang'd  our  ways> 
93 


91.  PRAYER  AND 

Lord,  bow  their  wills,  and  make  them 

love, 
Then  they  will  join  our  songs  of  praise. 

HYMN  91.    8,7,4. 

SAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation: 
Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain! 

All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again. 

Lord,  revive  us! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee! 

2.  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high! 

Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Ev'ry  plant  should  droop  and  die. 
Lord,  &c. 

3.  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourished, 
Ev'ry  part  look'd  gay  and  green; 

Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish'd, 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen! 
Lord,  &c. 

4.  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 
And  a  sad  decline  we  see; 

Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 
Lord,  &c. 
91 


INTERCESSION.  9  k 

5.  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 
Fill'd  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth? 

Old  professors  tall  as  cedars, 
Bright  examples  to  our  youth. 
Lord,  &c. 

6.  Some  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 
We  shall  meet  no  more  below; 

Some,  alas!  we  fear  are  blighted, 
Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 
Lord,  &c. 

7.  Younger  plants — the  sight  how  plea- 

sant! 
Cover'd  thick  with  blossoms  stood, 
But  they  cost  us  grief  at  present, 
Frost  has  nipp'd  them  in  the  bud! 
Lord,  &c. 

8.  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 
Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again: 

O  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain! 
Lord,  &c. 

9.  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 
Make  us  prevalent  in  prayer: 

Let  each  one  esteemed  thy  servant, 
95 


92.  PRAISE. 

Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 
Lord,  &c. 

10.  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh: 

And  begin  from  this  good  hour 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 
Lord,  &c. 


PRAISE. 

HYMN  92.    S.  M. 

NOW  let  our  voices  join 

To  form  a  sacred  song; 
Ye  pilgrims,  in  Jehovah's  ways 

With  music  pass  along. 
See  flowers  of  Paradise 

In  rich  profusion  spring: 
The  Sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path; 

And  dear  companions  sing. 

2.  See  Salem's  golden  spires 

In  beauteous  prospect  rise; 
And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear, 

Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 
96 


praise.  93,  94. 

AH  honour  to  his  name, 

Who  marks  the  shining  way; 

To  Him  who  leads  the  wand'rers  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

HYMN  93.    S.  M. 

OH,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul! 

Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name 

Whose  favours  are  divine: 
'Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins; 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain: 
'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 

And  makes  thee  young  again. 

2.  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransom'd  from  the  grave: 
He  that  redeem'd  my  soul  from  hell 

Hath  sov'reign  pow'r  to  save. 
He  fills  the  poor  with  good: 

He  gives  the  sufTrers  rest; 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 

And  justice  for  th'  opprest. 

HYMN  94.    CM. 

WHAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God, 
For  all  his  kindness  shown? 
g  97 


95.  PRAISE. 

My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2.  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thy  house 
My  offerings  shall  be  paid; 

There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3.  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 
Thou  ever  blessed  God! 

How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight! 
How  precious  is  their  blood! 

4.  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are! 
How  great  thy  grace  to  me! 

My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5.  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine,     - 
Nor  shall  my  purpose  move; 

Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

HYMN  95.    C.  M. 

LET  saints  on  earth  their  anthems  raise, 
Who  taste  the  Saviour's  grace: 

Let  heathens  too  proclaim  his  praise, 
And  crown  him  "  Prince  of  Peace." 
98 


PRAISE.  96. 

2.  Praise  him,  who  laid  his  glory  hy, 
For  man's  apostate  race; 

Praise  him,  who  stoop'd  to  bleed  and  die, 
And  crown  him  "  Prince  of  Peace/'  ' 

3.  Ye  nations,  lay  your  weapons  down,. 
Let  war  for  ever  cease; 

Immanuel  for  your  Sov 'reign  own, 
And  crown  him  "  Prince  of  Peaee." 

4.  We  soon  shall  reach  the  heav'nly  shore> 
To  view  his  lovely  face; 

His  name  for  ever  to  adore, 
And  crown  him  "  Prince  of  Peace."" 

HYMN  96.    7s. 

FOUNT  of  everlasting  love! 

Rich  thy  streams  of  mercy  are> 
Flowing  purely  from  above — 

Beauty  marks  their  course  afar. 

2.  Lo!  thy  church,  thy  garden  now, 
Blooms  beneath  the  heav'nly  show'r; 

Sinners  feel,  and  melt,  and  bow; 
-Mild,  yet  mighty  is  thy  pow'r. 

3.  God  of  grace!  before  thy  throne, 
Here  our  warmest  thanks  we  bring,, 

99 


97.  PRAISE. 

Thine  the  glory,  thine  alone; 
Loudest  praise  to  thee  we  sing. 

4.  Hear,  O  hear  our  grateful  song: 

Let  thy  Spirit  still  descend: 
Roll  the  tide  of  grace  along, 

Wid'ning,  deep'ning  to  the  end. 

HYMN  97.     7,6. 

NOW  be  the  gospel  banner 

In  ev'ry  land  unfurl'd, 
And  be  the  shout  hosanna 

Reechoed  through  the  world — 
Till  ev'ry  isle  and  nation, 

Till  ev'ry  tribe  and  tongue 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 

And  join  the  happy  throng! 

Cho.  Now  be  the  gospel  banner,  &c. 

2.  Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  for  ever, 

O  Jesus,  King  of  kings! 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favour, 

Each  ransom'd  captive  sings; 
The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  thy  praise, 
The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 

The  song  responsive  raise. 
Cho.  Now  be  the  gospel,  Sec. 
100 


praise.  98,  99. 

HYMN  98.    S.  Iff. 
COME,  ye  tfc^it  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  your  joys  be  known; 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 

And  thus  surround  the  throne. 
Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God; 
But  children  of  the  heav'nly  King 

Should  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

2.  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  hills, 

Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 
Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry; 
We're  inarching  through  lmrnanuel's 
ground 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

HYMN  99.    CM. 

OH  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  praise! 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace! 

2.  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 
Assist  me  to  proclaim, 

101 


100.  PRAISE. 

To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honours  of  thy  name. 

3.  Jesus!  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease; 

'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4.  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancell'd  sin, 
He  sets  the  prisoner  free: 

His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean; 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me! 

5.  He  speaks! — and  listening  to  his  voice, 
New  life  the  dead  receive; 

The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

6.Hearhim,ye  deaf; — his  praise, ye  dumb, 
Your  loosen'd  tongues  employ; 

Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  comes, 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. 

HYMN  100.     8s. 
THEE   will   I   love,  my    strength   my 
tower! 
Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  crown! 
Thee  will  1  love  with  all  my  power, — 
In  all  thy  works — and  thee  alone! 
102 


PRAISE.  100. 

Thee  will  I  love,  till  the  pure  fire 

Fill  my  whole  soul  with  chaste  desire. 

2.  Ah!  why  did  I  so  late  thee  know; 
Thee,  lovelier  than  the  sons  of  men! 

Ah!  why  did  I  no  sooner  go 

To  thee,  the  only  ease  in  pain! 
Asham'd  I  sigh,  and  inly  mourn, 
That  I  so  late  to  thee  did  turn. 

3.  I  thank  thee,  uncreated  Son, 

That  thy  bright  beams  on  me  have 
shin'd; 
I  thank  thee,  who  hast  overthrown 
My   foes,   and   heal'd    my   wounded 
mind; 
I  thank  thee,  whose  enliv'ning  voice 
Bids  my  freed  heart  in  thee  rejoice. 

4.  Uphold  me  in  the  arduous  race, 
Nor  surfer  me  again  to  stray; 

Strengthen  my  feet  with  steady  pace 

Still  to  press  forward  in  thy  way; 
My  soul  and  flesh,  O  Lord  of  might, 
Fill,  satiate  with  thy  heavenly  light! 

5.  Give  to  mine  eyes  refreshing  tears; 
Give  to  my  heart  chaste,  hallo  w'd  fires; 

103 


101.  *     PRAISE. 

Give  to  my  soul,  with  filial  fears, 

The  love  all  heaven's  host  inspires: 
That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

6.  Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  crown, 
Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  God; 

Thee  will  I  love  beneath  thy  frown, 
Or  smile,  thy  sceptre,  or  thy  rod; 

What  though  my  flesh  and  heart  decay, 

Thee  shall  1  love  in  endless  day. 

HYMN  101.    CM. 

OH  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 

So  freely  shed  for  me! 

2.  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek; 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne; 

Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak; 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone! 

3.  A  heart  in  ev'ry  thought  renew'd, 
And  full  of  love  divine; 

Holy,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good — . 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine' 
104 


PRAISE.  102. 

HYMN  102.    C.  M. 

OH  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy, 
To  God  the  sov 'reign  King! 

Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2.  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high! 
His  heavenly  guards  around 

Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky, 
With  trumpet's  joyful  sound. 

3.  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their 

King, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  strains; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  sing: 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4.  Rehearse   his   praise  with   awe   pro- 

found, 
Let  knowledge  lead  the  song; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

105 


103.        WARFARE  AND 

WARFARE  AND  WATCH- 
FULNESS. 

HYMN  103.  &  M. 

SOLDIERS  of  Christ,  arise, 

And  put  your  armour  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  sup- 
plies 

Through  his  eternal  Son; 
Strong  in  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 

Is  more  than  conqueror. 

2.  Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 
With  all  his  strength  endu'd; 

But  take  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 

The  panoply  of  God; 
That  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
Ye  may  o'ercome  through  Christ  alone, 

And  stand  entire  at  last. 

3.  Leave  no  unguarded  place, 
No  weakness  of  the  soul; 

106 


WATCHFULNESS.       104,  105. 

Take  every  virtue,  every  grace, 

And  fortify  the  whole: 
Indissolubly  join'd, 

To  battle  all  proceed; 
But  arm  yourselves  with  all  the  mind 

That  was  in  Christ  your  Head. 

HYMN  104.     S.  M. 
HARK,  how  the  watehmen  cry! 

Attend  the  trumpet's  sound; 
Stand  to  your  arms,  the  foe  is  nigh; 

The  powers  of  hell  surround: 
"Who  bow  to  Christ's  command, 

Your  arms  and  hearts  prepare; 
The  day  of  battle  is  at  hand! 

Go  forth  to  glorious  war! 

2.  Go  up  with  Christ  your  Head, 

Your  Captain's  footsteps  see- 
Follow  your  Captain,  and  be  led 

To  certain  victory! 
All  power  to  him  is  given; 

He  ever  reigns  tbe  same: 
Salvation,  happiness,  and  heaven, 

Are  all  in  Jesus'  name. 

HYMN  105.    S.  M.  * 
BID  me  of  men  beware, 
And  to  my  ways  take  heed; 

107 


105.  WARFARE  AND 

Discern  their  every  secret  snare, 
And  circumspectly  tread. 

2.  O  may  I  calmly  wait 
Thy  succours  from  above! 

And  stand  against  their  open  hate, 
And  well-dissembled  love. 

3.  My  Spirit,  Lord,  alarm, 
When  men  and  devils  join; 

'Gainst  all  the  powers  of  Satan  arm 
In  panoply  divine. 

4.  O  may  I  set  my  face 
His  onsets  to  repel! 

Quench  all  his  fiery  darts,  and  chase 
The  fiend  to  his  own  hell. 

5.  But  above  all,  afraid 
Of  my  own  bosom  foe, 

Still  let  me  look  to  thee  for  aid, 
To  thee  my  weakness  show. 

6.  Hang  on  thy  arm  alone, 
With  self-distrusting  care, 

And  deeply  in  the  Spirit  groan, 
The  never-ceasing  prayer, 
108 


WATCHFULNESS.  106. 

HYMN  106.    CM. 

AM  la  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2.  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 
On  flowery  beds  of  ease; 

Whilst  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas? 

3.  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face? 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 

4.  Sure,  I  must  fight,  if  1  would  reign; 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord; 

I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5.  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die; 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
By  faith  they  bring  it  nigh. 

6.  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine 

109 


107.  WARFARE  AND 

In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies. 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

HYMN  107.    P.  M. 

GO  watch  and  pray,  thou  canst  not  tell 
How  near  thine  hour  may  be; 

Thou  canst  not  know  how  soon  the  bell 
May  toll  its  notes  for  thee: 

Death's  countless  snares  beset  thy  way; 

Frail  child  of  dust!  go  watch  and  pray.' 

2.  Fond  youth,  while  free  from  blighting 

care, 
Does  thy  firm  pulse  beat  high? 
Do  hope's  glad  visions,  bright  and  fair, 

Dilate  before  thine  eye? 
Soon    these    must    change— must   pass 

away; 
Frail  child  of  dust!  go  watch  and  pray. 

3.  Thou  aged  man!  life's  wintry  storm 
Hath  sear'd  thy  vernal  bloom; 

With  trembling  limbs  and  wasting  form, 

Thou'rt  bending  o'er  the  tomb:° 
And  can  vain  hope  lead  thee  astray? 
Go  weary  pilgrim!  watch  and  pray. 
110  J 


WATCHFULNESS.  108. 

4.  *Ambition,  stop  thy  panting  breath! 

Pride,  sink  thy  lifted  eye! 
Behold  the  caverns  dark  with  death, 

Before  you  open  lie: 
The  heav'nly  warning  now  obey; 
Ye  sons  of  pride,  go  watch  and  pray. 

HYMN  108.    7s. 
BRETHREN,  while  we  sojourn  here,, 
Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear; 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  Friend, 
One  that  loves  us  to  the  end; 
Forward,  then,  with  courage  go, 
Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  Come  home!" 

2.  In  the  way,  a  thousand  snares 
Lie  to  take  us  unawares: — 
Satan,  with  malicious  art, 
Watches  each  unguarded  heart: 
But  from  Satan's  malice  free, 
Saints  shall  soon  in  glory  be: 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  Come  home!" 

3.  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 
None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet, 

111 


109.  WARFARE  AND 

* 
None  betray  us  into  sin, 
Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within: 
Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 
Christ  shall  also  conquer  these; 
Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  Come  home!'' 

HYMN  109.    S.  M. 

MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise: 
And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard, 

To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2.  O  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 
The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 

Renew  it  boldly  ev'ry  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3.  Ne'er  think  the  vict'ry  won, 
Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down; 

Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  hast  got  thy  crown. 

4.  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 
Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God; 

He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath, 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 
112 


WATCHFULNESS.  110. 

HYMN  110.     L.  M. 

AWAKE,  my  soul!  lift  up  thine  eyes, 
See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise: 
In  long  array,  a  num'rous  host, 
Awake,  my  soul!  or  thou  art  lost. 

2.  See  where  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage; 
The  meanest  foe  of  all  that  train, 

Has  thousands  and  ten  thousands  slain. 

3.  Thou  tread'st  upon  enchanted  ground, 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round; 
Beware  of  all — guard  ev*ry  part, 

But  most  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

4.  Clad  in  the  armour  from  above, 
Of  heav'nly  truth,  and  heav'nly  love: 
Come  now,  my  soul,  the  charm  repel, 
And  pow'rs  of  earth,  and  pow'rs  of  hell. 

113 


111.  PILGRIMAGE. 


PILGRIMAGE. 

HYMN  11J.    7s. 

CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2.  Ye  are  traveling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod, — 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3.  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
You  near  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest; 
There  your  seats  are  now  prepar'd, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4.  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land: 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you,  undismay'd,  go  on. 

5.  Lord!  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below: 

Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 
114 


PILGRIMAGE.       112,   113. 

HYMN  112.    C.  M. 

SING,  all  ye  ransom'dof  the  Lord, 

Your  great  Deliv'rer  sing; 
Ye  pilgrims,  now  for  Zion  bound, 

Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2.  His  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on, 
Through  all  the  blissful  road; 

'Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 

3.  Bright  garlands  of  immortal  joy, 
Shall  bloom  on  every  head; 

While  sorrow,  sighing  and  distress, 
Like  shadows,  all  are  fled. 

4.  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength, 
Pursue  his  footsteps  still; 

With  joyful  hopes  still  fix  your  eye, 
On  Zion's  heavenly  hill. 

HYMN  113.  7s. 

NOW  begin  the  heav'nly  theme; 
Sing  aloud  the  Saviour's  name; 
Ye  who  Jesus'  kindness  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

115 


114.  PILGRIMAGE. 

2.  Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace, 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3.  Mourning  souls  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  gloomy  fears; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 

4.  Ye,  alas!  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  of  death  and  sin! 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove; 
Turn,  and  taste  redeeming  love.. 

5.  Welcome,  all  by  sin  opprest — 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest: 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing — but  redeeming  love. 

6.  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string; 
Mortals  join  the  hosts  above — 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  114.    7s. 

PEOPLE  of  the  living  God! 
1  have  sought  the  world  around, 
116 


PILGRIMAGE.  115. 

Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 

2.  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 
Turns — a  fugitive  unblest; 

Brethren!  where  your  altar  burns, 
O,  receive  me  into  rest. 

3.  Lonely,  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave: 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
"Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 

4.  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore — 
Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine; 

Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more; 
Every  idol  1  resign; 

HYMN  115.     S.  M. 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb; 
Wake,  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2.  Sing  of  his  dying  love; 

Sing  of  his  rising  pow'r; 
Sing,  how  he  intercedes  above, 

For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

117 


116.  PILGRIMAGE. 

3.  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  heart 
Ascending  with  our  tongue; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 
And  grace  inspire  our  song. 

4.  Sing  on  your  heav'nly  way, 
Ye  ransotn'd  sinners,  sing; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 
In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King. 

5.  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 
P  Ye  blessed  children  come;" 

Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wand'rers  home. 

6.  Soon  shall  our  raptur'd  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim; 

And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  116.    8,  7,  4. 

GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand:^ 

Bread  of  heaven,  * 

Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 
118 


PILGRIMAGE.  117. 

2.  Open  thou  the  crystal  fountain, 
Whence  the  healing  waters  flow: 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 
Lead  me  all  the  journey  through: 

Strong  Deliv'rer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3.  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside; 

Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction; 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side: 

Songs  of  praises 
1  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

HYMN  117.     8,  7. 

GENTLY,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us, 

Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears, 
Through  the  changes  thou'st  decreed  us, 

Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 
When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us; 

Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

2.  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 
In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 

Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 

119 


118.  PILGRIMAGE. 

And  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 
Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest, 

Till,  by  angel  bands  attended, 
We  awake  among  the  blest. 

HYMN  118.    L.  M. 

"  WE'VE  no  abiding  city  here"— 
This  may  distress  the  worldly  mind, 

But  should  not  cost  the  saint  a  tear, 
Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find. 

2.  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here" — 
Sad  truth,  were  this  to  be  our  home: 

But  let  this  thought  our  spirits>cheer, 
"  We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come." 

3.  tl  We've  no  abiding  city  here" — 
Then  let  us  live  as  pilgrims  do; 

Let  not  the  world  our  rest  appear; 
But  let  us  haste  from  all  below. 

4.  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here" — 
We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight; 

Zion  its  name — the  Lord  is  there, 
It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 
120 


PILGRIMAGE.  i      119, 


HYMN  119.    C.  M. 

WHAT  poor  despised  company 

Of  travellers  are  these, 
That  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 

Along  that  rugged  maze? 

2.  Ah,  these  are  of  a  royal  line, 
All  children  of  a  King, 

Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 
And  lo!  for  joy  they  sing. 

3.  Why  do  they  then  appear  so  mean, 
And  why  so  much  despis'd? 

Because  of  their  rich  robes  unseen, 
The  world  is  not  appriz'd. 

4.  But   some   of  them   seem   poor,  dis- 

tress'd, 
And  lacking  daily  bread; 
Ah, they're  of  boundless  wealth  possess'd, 
With  hidden  manna  fed. 

5.  But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road, 
That  rugged,  thorny  maze? 

Why,  that's  the  way  their  Leader  trod, 
They  love  and  keep  his  ways. 
121 


120.  PILGRIMAGE. 

6.  Why  do  they  shun  the  pleasing  path, 
That  worldlings  love  so  well? 

Because  that  is  the  road  to  death, 
The  open  road  to  hell. 

7.  What!  is  there  then  no  other  road 
To  Salem's  happy  ground? 

Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God, 
No  other  can  be  found. 

HYMN  120.    C.  M. 

INQUIRE,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way, 

That  leads  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  thither  set  your  steady  face, 

With  a  determin'd  will. 

2.  Invite  the  strangers  all  around, 
Your  pious  march  to  join; 

And  spread  the  sentiments  you  feel 
Of  faith  and  love  divine. 

3.  Oh,  come,  and  to  his  temple  haste, 
And  seek  his  favour  there; 

Before  his  footstool  humbly  bow, 
And  pour  your  fervent  pray'r! 
122 


REJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL.     121. 

4.  Oh,  come,  and  join  your  souls  to  God 

In  everlasting  bands; 
Accept  the  blessings  he  bestows, 

With  thankful  hearts  and  hands. 


REJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL. 

HYMN  121.  C.  M. 

OH.  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy, 

When  but  one  sinner  turns, 
And  with  an  humble,  broken  heart, 

His  sins  and  errors  mourns! 

2.  Pleas'd  with  the  news  the  saints  below 
In  songs  their  tongues  employ; 

Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heav'n  is  fill'd  with  joy. 

3.  Well  pleas'd,  the  Father  sees  and  hears 
The  conscious  sinner's  moan; 

Jesus  receives  him  in  bis  arms, 
And  claims  him  for  his  own. 

123 


122,  123.     REJOICING  IN 

4.  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire: 
"The  sinner  lost  is  found,"  they  sing, 

And  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 

HYMN  122.    7s. 

SAW  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 

Little  as  the  human  hand? 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies, 

Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land! 

2.  Lo!  the  promise  of  a  show'r 
Drops  already  from  above; 

But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 
All  the  blessings  of  his  love. 

3.  When  he  first  the  work  begun, 
Small  and  feeble  was  his  day; 

Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run, 
Now  it  wins  its  wid'ning  way. 

4.  Sons  of  God,  your  Saviour  praise; 
He  the  door  hath  open'd  wide; 

He  hath  giv'n  the  word  of  grace; 
Jesus'  word  is  glorified. 

HYMN  123.     L.  M. 

JESUS,  our  souls'  delightful  choice, 
In  thee  believing,  we  rejoice; 
124 


A  REVIVAL.  124. 

Yet  still  our  joy  is  mix'd  with  grief, 
While  faith  contends  with  unbelief. 

2.  Thy  promises  our  hearts  revive, 
And  keep  our  fainting  hopes  alive; 
But  guilt  and  fears,  and  sorrows  rise, 
And  hide  the  promise  from  our  eyes. 

3.  Do  thou  the  languid  spark  inflame, 
That  we  may  conquer  in  thy  name; 
And  let  not  sin  and  Satan  boast, 
While  saints  lie  mourning  in  the  dust. 

4.  Unequal  to  the  conflict,  Lord, 

Too  weak  to  wield  the  shield  or  sword, 
On  thine  Almighty  arm  we  fall; 
Be  thou  our  Jesus,  and  our  all. 

HYMN  124.    L.  M. 

WHO  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 
Through  all  the  courts  of  Paradise, 
To  see  a  prodigal  return, 
To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born? 

2.  With  joy,  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love: 
The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  sees 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 
125 


125.  REJOICING  IN 

3.  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  soul  he  form'd  anew; 
And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

HYMN  125.     C.  M. 

HOW  much  the  drooping  hearts  revive 

Of  those  who  fear  the  Lord; 
When  sinners  dead  are  made  alive 

By  his  reviving  word! 

2.  The  ministers  of  Christ  rejoice, 
When  souls  receive  the  word — 

When  ransom'd  sinners  hear  his  voice, 
Return,  and  love  the  Lord. 

3.  The  church  of  God  their  praises  join, 
And  of  salvation  sing: 

They  glorify  the  grace  divine 
Of* their  victorious  King. 

4.  In  heav'n  above,  th'  angelic  throng 
Around  the  throne  rejoice, 

But  sinners  sav'd  should  swell  the  song 
With  loudest— sweetest  voice. 
126 


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A  REVIVAL.  126,   127. 

HYMN  126.    S.  M. 

THE  day  is  drawing  nigh, 

Still  brighter  far  than  this, 
When  converts  like  a  cloud  shall  fly 

To  seek  the  realms  of  bliss. 

2.  What  rapt'rous  scenes  of  joy 
Shall  burst  upon  our  sight, 

When  sinners  up  to  Zion's  hill 
Like  doves  shall  speed  their  flight, 

3.  Beneath  thy  balmy  wing, 
O  Son  of  righteousness! 

These  happy  souls  shall  sit  and  sing 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

HYMN  127.    L.  M. 
LIFT  up  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light, 
Behold  the  fields  already  white! 
The  glorious  harvest  now  is  come; 
See  ransom'd  sinners  flocking  home. 

2.  Mov'd  by  the  Spirit's  softest  wind, 
Their  hearts  are  all  as  one  inclin'd; 
Their  former  sins  and  follies  mourn; 
They  bow,  and  to  their  God  return. 

3.  Improve  the  harvest  fleeing  fast, 
E'er  yet — the  shining  season  pastj 

127 


128.   REJOICING  IN  A  REVIVAL. 

When  all  the  work  of  life  shall  end — 
The  last,  the  long  dark  night  descend. 

HYMN  128.    8,  7,  4. 

SEE  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain, 
Streams  of  living  water  flow: 

God  has  open'd  there  a  fountain; 
This  supplies  the  plains  below: 

They  are  blessed, 
Who  its  sov'reign  virtues  know. 

2.  Through  ten  thousand  channels  flow- 

ing, 
Streams  of  mercy  find  their  way; 
Life,  and  health  and  joy  bestowing, 
Making  all  around  look  gay: 

O,  ye  nations! 
Hail  the  long  expected  day. 

3.  Gladden'd  by  the  flowing  treasure, 
All  enriching  .as  it  goes: 

Lo,  the  deseit  smiles  with  pleasure, 
Buds  and  blossoms  as  the  rose, 

Ev'ry  object 
Sings  for  joy  where'er  it  flows. 

4.  Trees  of  life  the  banks  adorning, 
Yield  their  fruit  to  all  around; 

128 


DARKNESS.  129. 

Those  who  eat  are  sav'd  from  mourning, 
Pleasure  comes  and  hopes  abound: 

Fair  their  portion! 
Endless  life  with  glory  crown'd. 


DARKNESS. 

HYMN  129.    7s. 

ONCE  1  thought,  my  mountain  strong, 

Firmly  fix'd  no  more  to  move; 
Then  my  Saviour  was  my  song, 

Then  my  soul  was  filled  with  love; 
Those  were  happy,  golden  days, 
Sweetly  spent  in  pray'r  and  praise. 

2.  Little  then  myself  I  knew, 
Little  thought  of  Satan's  pow'r; 

Now  I  feel  my  sins  anew; 

Now  I  feel  the  stormy  hour! 
Sin  has  put  my  joys  to  flight: 
Sin  has  turn'd  my  day  to  night. 

3.  Saviour,  shine  and  cheer  my  soul, 
Bid  my  dying  hopes  revive: 

Make  my  wounded  spirit  whole, 

Far  away  the  tempter  drive: 
Speak  the  word,  and  set  me  free- 
Let  me  live  alone  to  thee! 

i  129 


130.  DARKNESS. 

HYMN  130.    7,  C. 

IN  time  of  tribulation 

Hear,  Lord,  my  feeble  cries, 
"With  humble  supplication 

To  thee  my  spirit  flies: 
My  heart  with  grief  is  breaking, 

Scarce  can  my  voice  complain: 
My  eyes  with  tears  kept  waking, 

Still  watch  and  weep  in  vain. — 

2.  The  days  of  old  in  vision 
Bring  banish'd  bliss  to  view, 

The  years  of  lost  fruition 
Their  joys  in  pangs  renew: 

Remember'd  songs  of  gladness 

Thro'  night's  lone  silence  brought, 

Make  notes  of  deeper  sadness, 
And  stir  desponding  thought. 

3.  Has  God  cast  off  for  ever? 
Can  time  his  truth  impair? 

His  tender  mercy,  never 

Shall  I  presume  to  share? 
Hath  he  his  loving-kindness 

Shut  up  in  endless  wrath  ? 
No:  'tis  but  human  blindness 

That  cannot  see  his  path. 
130 


DARKNESS.  131 

4.  Thy  way  is  in  great  waters, 

Thy  footsteps  are  unknown; 
Let  Adam's  sons  and  daughters 

Confide  in  thee  alone: 
Thy  deeds,  O  Lord,  are  wonder, 

Holy  are  all  thy  ways; 
The  secret  place  of  thunder 

Shall  utter  forth  thy  praise. 

HYMN  131.    7s. 

JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last! 

2.  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Lo!  I,  helpless,  hang  on  thee: 
Leave,  O  leave  me  not  alone, 

Lest  I  basely  shrink  and  flee. 
Thou  art  all  my  trust  and  aid, 

All  my  help  from  thee  1  bring; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing! 
131 


132.  DARKNESS. 

3.  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want; 
Boundless  love  in  thee  I  find: 

Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 

Just  and  holy  is  thy  name; 
I  am  all  unrighteousness — 

Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am: 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4.  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 
Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin; 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 
Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 

Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 
Freely  let  me  take  of  thee: 

Reign,  O  Lord,  within  my  heart, 
Reign  to  all  eternity! 


HYMN  132.    C.  M. 

WHY  thus  impatient  to  be  gone? 

Such  wishes  breathe  no  more; 
Let  him  who  lock'd  thy  spirit  in, 

When  meet,  unbolt  the  door. 

2.  Why  would'st  thou  snatch  the  victor's 
palm, 
Before  the  conquest's  won? 
132 


DARKNESS.  133. 

Or  wish  to  seize  th'  immortal  prize, 
Ere  yet  the  race  is  run? 

3.  Inglorious  wish,  to  haste  away 
And  leave  thy  work  undone! 

To  serve  thy  Lord  will  please  no  less, 
Than  praising  round  the  throne. 

4.  While  thou  art  standing  in  the  field 
For  bliss  thou'lt  riper  grow; 

Then  wait  the  Lord's  appointed  time, 
Till  he  shall  bid  thee  go. 

HYMN  133.    8,  7,  4. 

IN  the  floods  of  tribulation, 
While  the  billows  o'er  me  roll, 

Jesus  whispers  consolation, 
And  supports  my  fainting  soul; 

Sweet  affliction, 
That  brings  Jesus  to  my  soul. 

2.  Thus  the  lion  yields  me  honey, 

From  the  eater  food  is  given; 
Strengthen'd  thus  I  still  press  forward, 
Singing  as  I  wade  to  heaven; 

Sweet  affliction, 
And  my  sins  are  all  forgiven. 

133 


133.  DARKNESS. 

3.  So,  in  darkest  dispensations, 
Doth  my  faithful  Lord  appear, 

With  his  richest  consolations, 
To  re-animate  and  cheer: 

Sweet  affliction, 
Thus  to  bring  my  Saviour  near: 

4;  Floods  of  tribulation  heighten; 

Billows  still  around  me  roar; 
Those  who  know  not  Christ  they  frighten, 

But  my  soul  defies  their  power: 
Sweet  affliction, 
Thus  to  bring  my  Saviour  near. 

5.  In  the  sacred  page  recorded, 
Thus  his  word  securely  stands: 

"Fear  not:  I'm  in  trouble  near  thee, 
Nought  shall   pluck  thee    from   my 
hands." 

Sweet  affliction, 
Every  word  my  love  demands. 

6.  All  I  meet  I  find  assists  me 
In  my  path  to  heavenly  joy, 

Where,  though  trials  now  attend  me, 
Trials  never  more  annoy; 

Sweet  affliction, 
Every  promise  gives  me  joy. 
134 


COMFORT  IN  DISTRESS.         134. 

7.  Wearing  there  a  weight  of  glory, 
Still  the  path  I'll  ne'er  forget, 

Bat  exulting  cry,  it  led  me 
To  my  blessed  Saviour's  feet: 
Sweet  affliction, 

Which  has  brought  me  to  his  feet. 


COMFORT  IN  DISTRESS. 

HYMN  134.    P.  M. 

DROOPING  souls,  no  longer  mourn, 

Jesus  still  is  precious: 
If  to  him  you  now  return, 

Heav'n  will  be  propitious. 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 

Calling  wand'rers  near  him: 
Drooping  souls,  you  need  not  die — 

Go  to  him  and  hear  him. 

2.  He  has  pardons,  full  and  free, 
Drooping  souls  to  gladden; 

Still  he  cries,  "  Come  unto  me, 
Weary,  heavy-laden." 

Tho'  your  sins  like  mountains  high, 
Rise,  and  reach  to  heaven; 

135 


135.  COMFORT 

Soon  as  you  on  him  rely, 
All  shall  be  forgiven. 

3.  Precious  is  the  Saviour's  name, 

All  his  saints  adore  him; 
He  to  save  the  dying  came, 

Prostrate  bow  before  him: 
Wand'ring  sinners,  now  return — 

Contrite  souls,  believe  him! 
Jesus  calls  you;  cease  to  mourn: 

Worship  him — receive  him! 

HYMN  135.    7,  6. 

GOD  is  my  strong  salvation, 

What  foe  have  I  to  fear? 
In  darkness  and  temptation, 

My  light,  my  help  is  near: 
Though  hosts  encamp  around  me, 

Firm  to  the  fight  1  stand; 
What  terror  can  confound  me, 

With  God  at  my  right  hand? 

2.  Place  on  the  Lord  reliance, 
My  soul  with  courage  wait; 

His  truth  be  thine  affiance, 
When  faint  and  desolate; 
136 


IN  DISTRESS.  136. 

His  might,  thine  heart  shall  strengthen, 

His  love,  thy  joy  increase; 
Mercy  thy  days  shall  lengthen, 

The  Lord  will  give  thee  peace. 

HYMN  136.    7,  6. 

O  GOD  of  our  salvation, 

Our  refuge  in  distress, 
Our  strength  and  consolation, 

Secure  us  by  thy  grace! 
While  in  thy  peace  abiding, 

While  thou  thyself  art  near, 
In  thy  strong  arm  confiding 

We  shall  not  yield  to  fear. 

2.  Though  earth  were  in  commotion, 
Though  mountains  high  were  cast, 

Into  the  depths  of  ocean, 

Amid  the  stormy  blast — 
The  billows  loud  and  raging, 

In  vain  their  foam  would  pour; 
Thy  voice,  the  wrath  assuaging 

Would  still  the  tempest's  roar. 

3.  There  is  a  peaceful  river, 
Descending  from  on  high, 

Whose  streams  are  pure  for  ever, 
Whose  waters  cannot  dry; 

137 


137.  COMFORT 

No  waves  of  tribulation 

Disturb  their  gladd'ning  course; 
The  rock  of  our  salvation 

Is  the  unfailing  Source. 

4.  God  in  the  midst  is  dwelling; 
Mount  Zion  shall  not  move! 

Her  streams  of  grace  are  swelling, 

A  tide  of  boundless  love! 
Her  foes  so  late  conspiring, 

Tumultuous  in  noise, 
Like  angry  waves  retiring, 

Have  melted  at  his  voice. 

5.  The  Lord  of  hosts  is  with  us, 
The  God  of  Jacob  near; 

With  his  strong  arm  beneath  us, 

Our  souls  shall  never  fear! 
Our  refuo-e  is  most  glorious! 

Be  still— for  he  is  God! 
His  cause  shall  be  victorious! 

Earth  trembles  at  his  nod! 

HYMN  137.    P.M. 
DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy 
sadness, 
'Wake!  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee 
no  more; 
138 


IN  DISTRESS.  138. 

Bright  o'er  the  hills,  dawns  the  day-star 
of  gladness! 
'Rise!  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrows  is 
o'er! 

2.  Strong  were  thy  foes;   but  the  arm 

that  subdu'd  them, 
And  scatter'd  their  legions,  was  migh 
tier  far; 
They  fled  like  the  chaff,  from  the  scourge 
that  pursu'd  them; 
Vain  were  their  steeds,  and  their  cha- 
riots of  war. 

3.  Daughter  of  Zion,  the  Pow'r  that  hath 

sav'd  thee, 
Extoll'd  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel 

should  be; 
Shout!  for  the  foe  is  destroy'd  that  en- 

slav'd  thee, 
Th'  oppressor  is  vanquish'd,  and  Zion 

is  free! 


HYMN  138.    L.  M. 

TRIUMPHANT  Zion!  lift  thy  head 
From  dust  and  darkness,  and  the  dead! 
139 


139.  COMFORT 

Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thySaviour's  strength ! 

2.  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  excellence  be  known: 
Deck'd  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
The  world  thy  glory  shall  confess. 

3.  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallow'd  walls  with  dread; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  vict'ry  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4.  God   from  on   high   has   heard   thy 

prayer, 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair; 
Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

HYMN  139.     CM. 

GOD  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints, 

Their  groans  affect  his  ears; 
He  has  a  book  for  their  complaints, 

A  bottle  for  their  tears. 

2.  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 
Can  give  us  day  for  night, 
140 


IN  DISTRESS.  140. 

Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

3.  Let  those  who  sow  in  sadness,  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come; 
They  shall    confess   their   sheaves   are 
great, 

And  shout  the  blessing  home. 

HYMN  140.    L.  M. 

IN  God  let  all  his  saints  rejoice, 
With  thankful  heart,  and  cheerful  voice; 
Thus  saith  his  word,  so  kind,  so  true, 
"  I,  even  1,  will  comfort  you." 

2.  Sweet  words!  oh  let  us  bless  his  name, 
And  joyful  all  his  praise  proclaim; 
These  words  shall  foes  and  fears  subdue, 
"  I,  even  1,  will  comfort  you." 

3.  Are  you  in  darkness  and  distress? 
Does  Satan  roa|  and  break  your  peace? 
Fear  not,  but  still  the  truth  review, 

"  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

4.  Do  sore  afflictions  on  you  lay, 
And  pungent  sorrow,  day  by  day? 

141 


141.      COMFORT  IN  DISTRESS. 

Look  to  this  word,  't  will  bear  you  thro' 
°  J,  even  1,  will  comfort  you." 

5.  If  death  in  gloomy  form  appear, 
And  overwhelm  your  souls  with  fear, 
Let  this  sweet  word  your  faith  renew, 

I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

6.  Thus  while  you  sojourn  here  below 
As  pilgrims  in  this  world  of  wo, 

Make  this  your  song,  your  journey  thro*, 
"I,  even  J,  will  comfort  you." 

7.  And  when  each  happy  soul  attains 
I  nat  blissful  state  where  glory  reigns 
This  song  shall  all  his  powers  employ  ' 
"  God  is  my  comfort  and  my  joy. " 

HYMN  141.    S.  M. 
OH,  where  shall  rest  be  found, 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul! 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean's  fepths  to  sound, 

Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2.  The  world  can  never  give 
The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh; 

Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 
142 


CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP.      142. 

3.  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears. 
There  is  a  life  above, 

Unmeasur'd  by  the  flight  of  years — 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4.  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath: 

Oh!  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death. 

5.  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, — 

Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

6.  Here  would  we  end  our  quest — 
Alone  are  found  in  thee 

The  life  of  perfect  love — the  rest 
Of  immortality. 


CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP. 

HYMN  142.    L.  M. 

HOW  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds, 
In  union  sweet,  according  minds! 
143 


143.      CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP. 

How  swift  the  heav'nly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts  and  faith  and  hopes  are  one. 

2.  To  each,  the  soul  of  each  how  dear! 
What  jealous  love,  what  holy  fear! 
How  doth  the  gen'rous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from  sin! 

3.  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow, 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  wo; 
Their  ardent  pray'rs  together  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4.  Together  oft  they  seek  the  place, 
Where  God  reveals  his  awful  face; — 
At  length  they  meet  in  realms  above, 
A  heav'n  of  joy — because  of  love. 

HYMN  143.     L.  M. 

BRETHREN,  belov'd  for  Jesus'  sake, 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive; 

May  we  together  now  partake 

The  joys  which  he  alone  can  give! 

2.  May  he,  at  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 
Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above; 

Make  our  communications  sweet, 
And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love! 
144 


CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP.      144. 

3.  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 
When  thus  we  meet  to  pray  and  praise, 

We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 
And  tell  the  wonders  of  his  grace. 

4.  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 
His  sufF rings  and  his  dying  love, 

The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 
And  how  he  triumphs  now  above. 

5.  Thus  as  the  moments  pass  away, 
We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore; 

Then  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

HOtN  144.    C.  M. 

LORD,  when  together  here  we  meet, 
And  taste  thy  heav'nly  grace; 

Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet, 
We're  loath  to  leave  the  place. 

2.  But,  Father,  since  it  is  thy  will 
That  we  must  part  again; 

O  may  thy  special  presence  still 
With  ev'ry  one  remain. 

3.  And  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 
Bound  with  the  cords  of  love; 

k  145 


145.      CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP. 

Till  we,  before  thy  glorious  throne, 
Shall  joyful  meet  above. 

4.  All  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart, 

Shall  then  for  ever  fly; 
Nor  shall  a  thought  that  we  must  part, 

Once  interrupt  our  joy. 

HYMN  145.    S.  M. 

BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love; 

The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds. 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2.  Before  our  Father's  throne 
We  pour  our  ardent  pray'rs; 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3.  We  share  our  mutual  woes; 
Our  mutual  burdens  bear; 

And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4.  When  we  asunder  part, 
It  gives  us  inward  pain; 

But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 
146 


CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP.      146. 

5.  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 

And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

C.  From  sorrow,  toil  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 

Through  all  eternity. 

HYMN  146.    C.  M. 

SEE,  Jesus,  thy  disciples  see, 

The  promis'd  blessing  give! 
Met  in  thy  name,  we  look  to  thee, 

Expecting  to  receive. 

2.  Thee  we  expect,  our  faithful  Lord, 
Who  in  thy  name  are  join'd; 

We  wait,  according  to  thy  word, 
Thee  in  the  midst  to  find. 

3.  With  us  thou  art  assembled  here, 
But  oh!  thyself  reveal! 

Son  of  the  living  God,  appear! 
Let  us  thy  presence  feel. 

4.  Breathe  on  us,  Lord,  in  this  our  day, 
And  these  dry  bones  shall  live; 

147 


147.      CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP. 

Speak  peace  into  our  hearts,  and  say, 
"  The  Holy  Ghost  receive." 

5.  Whom  now  we  seek,  O  may  we  meet! 

Jesus,  the  crucified: 
Show  us  thy  bleeding  hands  and  feet, 

Thou  who  for  us  hast  died! 

HYMN  147.     7s. 

JESUS,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee, 
Let  us  in  thy  name  agree; 
Show  thyself  the  Prince  of  Peace — 
Bid  our  jars  for  ever  cease. 

2.  By  thy  reconciling  love, 
Every  stumbling-block  remove; 
Each  to  each  unite,  endear; 
Come,  and  spread  thy  banner  here. 

3.  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful,  and  kind; 
Lowly,  meek  in  thought  and  word, 
Altogether  like  our  Lord. 

4.  Let  us  for  each  other  care, 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear: 
To  thy  church  the  pattern  give; 
Show  how  true  believers  live. 

148 


CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP.      148. 

5.  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride; 
Let  us  thus  in  God  abide; 

All  the  depths  of  love  express, 
All  the  heights  of  holiness. 

6.  Let  us  then  with  joy  remove 
To  the  family  above; 

On  the  wings  of  angels  fly; 
Show  how  true  believers  die. 

HYMN  148.  CM. 

LIFT  up  your  hearts  to  things  above, 

Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
And  join  with  us  to  praise  his  love, 

And  glorify  his  name. 

2.  To  Jesus'  name  give  thanks  and  sing 
Whose  mercies  never  end: 

Rejoice!  rejoice!  the  Lord  is  King! 
The  King  is  now  our  Friend! 

3.  We  for  his  sake  count  all  things  lob^, 
On  earthly  good  look  down: 

And  joyfully  sustain  the  cross, 
Till  we  receive  the  crown. 

4.  O  let  us  stir  each  other  up, 
Our  faith  by  works  t'  approve, 

149 


149,  150.  CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP. 

By  holy,  purifying  hope, 
And  the  sweet  task  of  love. 

HYMN  149.     C.  M. 
HOW  sweet  and  heav'nly  is  the  sight, 

When  those  that  fear  the  Lord, 
In  mutual  love  and  peace  unite, 

And  thus  fulfil  his  word. 

2.  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 
And  with  him  bear  a  part; 

When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 

3.  When  love,  in  one  delightful  stream 
Through  every  bosom  flows; 

And  union  sweet,  and  fond  esteem, 
In  every  action  glows. 

4.  This  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 
The  happy  souls  above; 

And  he's  an  heir  of  heav'  n  that  finds 
His  bosom  fill'd  with  love. 

HYMN  150.    S.  M. 
AND  are  we  yet  alive, 

And  see  each  other's  face? 
Glory  and  praise  to  Jesus  give, 
For  his  redeeming  grace! 
150 


CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP.      151 

Preserv'd  by  power  divine 

To  full  salvation  here, 
Again  in  Jesus'  praise  we  join, 

And  in  his  sight  appear. 

2.  What  troubles  have  we  seen! 
What  conflicts  have  we  past! 

Fightings  without,  and  fears  within, 

Since  we  assembled  last: 
But  out  of  all  the  Lord 

Hath  brought  us  by  his  love; 
And  still  he  doth  his  help  afford, 

And  hides  our  life  above. 

3.  Then  let  us  make  our  boast 
Of  his  redeeming  power, 

Which  saves  us  to  the  uttermost, 

Till  we  can  sin  no  more: 
Let  us  take  up  the  cross, 

Till  we  the  crown  obtain, 
And  gladly  reckon  all  things  loss, 

So  we  may  Jesus  gain. 

HYMN  151.    P.M. 

THE  Lord's  into  his  garden  come, 
The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 
The  lilies  grow  and  thrive: 

151 


151.    CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP. 

Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 
And  make  the  dead  revive. 

2.  O,  how  this  dry  and  barren  ground, 
In  springs  of  water  shall  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become, 
The  desert  blossom  as  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3.  The  glorious  time  is  coming  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  sout  a  witness  is: 
I  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free, 
For  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me; 

Who  came  to  Christ,  may  live. 

4    The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour  merciful  and  kind, 

Who  will  them  all  receive; 
None  are  too  vile  who  will  repent, 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went, 

The  Lord  did  him  relieve. 

5.  Come,  brethren  dear,  who  know  the 

Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 
In  Jesus'  ways  go  on; 
152 


CHRISTIAN  FELLOWSHIP.      151. 

Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 
When  we  arrive  at  home. 

6.  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  sparkling  throne — 

From  Jesus'  throne  on  high  ! 
It  comes  in  floods  we  can't  contain^ 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 

7.  But  when  we  come  to  dwell  above, 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply; 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through, 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 

That  never  will  run  dry. 

8.  'Tis  there  we'll  reign,  and  shout,  and 

sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home: 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

9.  Amen,  Amen,  my  soul  replies, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  mansion  there: 
153 


152.        LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN. 

Now  here's  my  heart,  and    here's  my 

hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 
Where  we  shall  part  no  more! 


LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN. 

HYMN  152.     C.  M. 
THERE  is  an  hour  of  hallowed  peace, 

For  those  with  care  opprest, 
When  sighs  and  sorrowing  tears  shall 
cease, 

And  all  be  hush'd  to  rest: 
'Tis  then  the  soul  is  freed  from  fears, 

And  doubts  that  here  annoy: 
Then  they  that  oft  had  sown  in  tears, 

Shall  reap  again  in  joy. 

2.  There  is  a  home  of  sweet  repose, 

Where  storms  assail  no  more, 
The  stream  of  endless  pleasure  flows 

On  that  celestial  shore: 
There  purity  with  love  appears, 

And  bliss  without  alloy; 
There,  they  that  oft  had  sown  in  tears, 

Shall  reap  eternal  joy. 
154 


LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN.       153. 

HYMN  153.    C.  M. 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign, 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 

And  pleasures  banish  pain. 
There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers: 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

2.  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 
Stand  dressed  in  living  green; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 
To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 

And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

3.  Oh,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 
Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 

And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 

With  unbeclouded  eyes! 
Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold 
flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 
155 


154.        LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN. 

HYMN  154.     C.  M. 
JERUSALEM!  my  happy  home! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me! 
When  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 

In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee? 

2.  O  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 
Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend? 

Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  sabbaths  have  no  end! 

3.  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's 

bloom, 
Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know; 
Blest   seats!    through  rude  and  stormy 

scenes, 
1  onward  press  to  you. 

4.  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  wo, 
Or  feel,  at  death,  dismay? 

I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

5.  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 
Around  my  Saviour  stand: 

And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

6.  Jerusalem!  my  happy  home! 
My  soul  still  pants  for  theej 

156 


LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN.        155. 

Then  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 
When  1  thy  joys  shall  see. 

HYMN  155.     lis. 
I  WOULD  not  live  ahvay,  I  ask  not  to 

stay, 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er 

the  way; 
The  few  lucid  moments  that  dawn  on  us 

here, 
Are  follow'd   by  gloom  and  beclouded 

with  fear. 
I  would  not  live  alway;  no,  blest  is  the 

tomb; 
Since  Jesus  has  died,  I  will  welcome  its 

gloom; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me 

arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph,  descending  the 

skies. 

2.  I  would  not  live  alway,  remote  from 

my  God, 
An    exile    from    heaven,  that    blissful 

abode ; — 
Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the 

bright  plains, 
And    the  noontide   of   glory   eternally 

reigns: 

157 


156.       LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN. 

There   saints  of  all  ages   in   harmony 

sweet, 
Their  Saviour  and  Brother  transported 

to  greet; 
While  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly 

roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of 

the  soul. 

HYMN  156.     P.  M. 
HEAV'N  is  the  place  where  troubles 
cease, 
Where  toils  and  tears  are  o'er; 
The  blissful  clime  of  rest  and  peace, 

Where  cares  distract  no  more. 
And  not  the  shadow  of  distress 
Dims  its  unsullied  blessedness. 

2.  Heav'n  is  the  place  where  Jesus  lives, 
To  plead  his  dying  blood; 

While  to  his  prayers  his  Father  gives 

An  unknown  multitude: 
Whose  hopes  and  tongues  thro'  endless 

days, 
Shall    crown    his   head   with   songs    of 

praise. 

3.  Heav'n  is  the  dwelling  place  of  joy, 
The  home  of  light  and  love; 

158 


LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN.        157, 

Where  faith  and  hope  in  rapture  die, 

And  ransom'd  souls  above 
Enjoy,  before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Bliss  everlasting  and  unknown. 

HYMN  157.    P.  M. 
FRIEND  after  friend  departs; 

Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts, 

That  finds  not  here  an  end. 
Were  this  frail  world  our  final  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 

2.  Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 
Beyond  the  reign  of  death, 

There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime, 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath, 
Nor  life's  affections  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  and  expire. 

3.  There  is  a  world  above, 
Where  parting  is  unknown; 

A  long  eternity  of  love, 

Form'd  for  the  good  alone: 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here, 
Translated  to  that  glorious  sphere. 

4.  Thus  star  b}T  star  declines, 
Till  all  are  pass'd  away; 

159 


158.       LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN. 

As  morning  high  and  higher  shines 

To  pure  and  perfect  day. 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night. 
But  hide  themselves  in  heaven's   own 
light. 

HYMN  158.    C.  M. 

ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  1  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2.  O  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene 
That  rises  to  my  sight! 

Sweet  fields,  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight! 

3.  On  all  those  wide-extended  plains, 
Shines  one  eternal  day; 

There  God  the  Son  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4.  No    chilling   winds,   nor    poisonous 

breath, 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 
160 


LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN.         159. 

5.  When  shall  1  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  for  ever  blest? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 

And  in  his  bosom  rest? 

HYMN  159.    1,6. 

FROM  ev'ry  earthly  pleasure, 

From  ev'ry  transient  joy, 
From  ev'ry  mortal  treasure 

That  soon  will  fade  and  die: 
No  longer  these  desiring, 

Upward  our  wishes  tend, 
To  nobler  bliss  aspiring, 

And  joys  that  never  end. 

2.  From  ev'ry  piercing  sorrow 
That  heaves  our  breast  to-day, 

Or  threatens  us  to-morrow, 

Hope  turns  our  eyes  away; 
On  wings  of  faith  ascending, 

We  see  the  land  of  light: 
And  feel  our  sorrows  ending 

In  infinite  delight. 

3.  'Tis  true  we  are  but  strangers 
And  sojourners  below; 

And  countless  snares  and  dangers 
Surround  the  path  we  go; 

L  161 


160.        LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN. 

Though  painful  and  distressing, 

There  is  a  rest  above, 
And  onward  we  are  pressing 

To  reach  that  land  of  love. 

HYMN  160.    L.  M. 

I'M  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die, 
From  grief  and  wo  my  soul  shall  fly; 
Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  home,. 
Away  to  new  Jerusalem. 

Hallelujah.' 

2.  I'll   praise  him  while   he   lends   me 

breath, 
1  hope  to  praise  him  after  death, 
I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die, 
And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly! 

Hallelujah! 

3.  Farewell,  vain  world,  I'm  going  home, 
My  Saviour  smiles,  and  bids  me  come; 
Sweet  angels  beckon  me  away, 

To  sing  God's  praise  in  endless  day. 
Hallelujah! 

4.  I  soon  shall  pass  the  vale  of  death, 
And  in  his  arms  I'll  lose  my  breath; 

162 


LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN.        161. 

And  then  my  happy  soul  shall  tell, 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well! 

Hallelujah* 

5.  I  soon  shall  hear  the  awful  sound, 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground; 
Arise,  and  drop  your  dying  shrouds, 
And  meet  King  Jesus  in  the  clouds. 

Hallelujah', 

6.  When  to  that  blessed  world  I  rise, 
And  join  the  anthems  in  the  skies, 
This  note  above  the  rest  shall  swell, 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well.     - 

Hallelvjahl 

7.  Then  shall  I  see  my  blessed  God, 
And  praise  him  in  his  bright  abode; 
My  theme  through  all  eternity, 
Shall  glory,  glory,  glory  be! 

Hallelujaht 

HYMN  161.    8,  6. 

THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wanderers  giv'n: 
There  is  a  tear  for  souls  distress'd, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast: 
'Tis  found  alone  in  heav'n. 

163 


162.        LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN. 

2.  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 
By  sins  and  sorrows  driv'n; 

When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise — and  ocean  rolls, 
And  all  is  drear — but  heav'n. 

3.  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 
The  heart  with  anguish  riv'n; 

It  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
Sees  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 
And  all  serene — in  heav'n. 

4.  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  giv'n; 

There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom, 
Beyond  the  dark  and  narrow  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn — of  heav'n. 


HYMN  162.     P.  M. 

OH!  when  shall  1  see  Jesus, 

And  reign  with  him  above; 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in.* 
164 


LONGING  FOR  HEAVEN.         162. 

2.  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 
My  Captain's  gone  before, 

He's  given  me  my  orders, 
And  bid  me  not  give  o'er; 

And  since  be  bas  prov'd  faithful, 
A  righteous  crown  he'll  give, 

And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 
Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3.  Through  grace,  I  am  determined 
To  conquer,  though  I  die; 

And  then  away  to  Jesus, 

On  wings  of  love,  I'll  fly! 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu; 
Then,  O  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4.  "Whene'er  you  meet  with  troubles 
And  trials  on  your  way, 

O  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray; 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armour 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love; 
Then,  when  the  combat's  ended, 

He'll  carry  you  above. 

165 


163,   164.    FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

HYMN  163.    P.  M. 
THRO'  the  day  thy  love  has  spared  us 

Now  we  lay  us  down  to  rest; 
Thro'  the  silent  watches  guard  us 

Let  no  foe  our  peace  molest: ' 
Jesus,  thou  our  refuge  be, 
"While  we  sweetly  trust  in  thee. 

2.  Pilgrims  here  on  earth,  and  strangers, 
Dwelling  in  the  midst  of  foes; 

fetill  beset  with  snares  and  dangers 
Let  us  in  thine  arms  repose- 

And  when  life's  short  day  is  past, 

Kest  with  thee  in  heav'n  at  last. 

HYMN  164.    L.  M. 
THUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on- 

Thus  far  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days- 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 

feome  tresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2.  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste,  i 
And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home: 

But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 
And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 
166 


FAMILY  WORSHIP.  165. 

3.  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep; 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head; 

While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  near  my  bed. 

4.  In  vain  the  sons  of  earth  or  hell 
Tell  me  a  thousand  frightful  things; 

My  God  in  safety  makes  me  dwell 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  his  wings. 

5.  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall 

come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 


HYMN  165.    CM. 

THRO'  all  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
Preserved,  O  Lord!  by  thee; 

Again  we  hail  the  cheerful  light, 
Again  we  bow  the  knee. 

2.  Preserve  us,  Lord!  throughout  the  day, 

And  guide  us  by  thy  arm; 
For  they  are  safe,  and  only  they, 

Whom  thou  dost  keep  from  harm. 
167 


166.  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

3.  Let  all  our  words,  and  all  our  ways, 
Declare  that  we  are  thine, 

That  so  the  light  of  truth  and  grace 
Before  the  world  may  shine. 

4.  Let  us  ne'er  turn  away  from  thee; 
Dear  Saviour,  hold  us  fast, 

Till,  with  immortal  eyes,  we  see 
Thy  glorious  face  at  last. 

HYMN  166.    C.  M. 

THE  morning  breaks;  my  voice  I  raise 

To  thee,  great  God  above! 
Accept  my  prayer,  my  feeble  praise, 

In  kindness  and  in  love. 

2.  Forgive  the  crimes  that  I  have  done; 
My  follies  I  deplore; 

And  since  another  day's  begun, 
O  may  1  love  thee  more. 

3.  Preserve  me  from  all  ill,  I  pray, 
And  guide  me  with  thine  eye, 

And  grant  through  every  hour  I  may 
On  grace  divine  rely. 

4.  Keep  me  from  sinful  thoughts,  O  Lord, 
And  make  my  heart  sincere; 

168 


FAMILY  WORSHIP.    167,  168. 

Make  me  to  read  thy  holy  word 
With  reverence  and  fear. 

5.  Then  shall  I  be  prepared  below 

For  thy  eternal  home; 
Where  pleasures  like  a  river  flow, 

And  sorrows  never  come. 

HYMN  167.    L.M. 

O  GOD!  I  thank  thee  that  the  night 
In  peace  and  rest  has  passed  away; 

And  that  I  see  my  Father's  smile, 
In  this  fair  light  that  makes  it  day. 

2.  Be  thou  my  guide,  and  let  me  live 
As  under  thy  all-seeing  eye; 

Supply  my  wants,  my  sins  forgive, 
And  make  me  happy  when  I  die. 

HYMN  168.    L.  M. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2.  Glory  to  Thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me,  while  I  slept; 
169 


169.  FAMILY  WORSHIF. 

Grant  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall 

wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

3.  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew, 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew- 
Ixuard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and 
will,  ° 

And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

4.  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
All  1  design,  or  do,  or  say; 
That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their 

might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

HYMN  169.     C.  M. 

%  SATURDAY    NIGHT. 

BEGONE,  my  worldly  cares  away, 

JNor  dare  to  tempt  my  sight; 
Let  me  begin  th'  ensuino-  day' 

Before  I  end  this  night. 

2.  Yes  let  the  work  of  pray  'r  and  praise 
Employ  my  heart  and  toncnie; 

Vegm,  my  soul!-thy  Sabbath  days 
Can  never  be  too  long. 
170 


FAMILY  WORSHIP.  170, 

3.  Let  the  past  mercies  of  the  week 
Excite  a  grateful  frame; 

Not  let  my  tongue  refuse  to  speak 
Some  good  of  Jesus'  name. 

4.  On  wings  of  expectation  borne, 
My  hopes  to  heav'n  ascend: 

I  long  to  welcome  in  the  morn, 
With  thee  the  day  to  spend. 

HYMN  170.     L.  M. 

SABBATH    MORNING. 

LORD  of  the  Sabbath  and  its  light! 

I  hail  thy  hallowed  day  of  rest; 
It  is  my  weary  soul's  delight, 

The  solace  of  my  care-worn  breast. 

2.  Its  dewy  morn,  its  glowing  noon, 
Its  tranquil  eve,  its  solemn  night, 

Pass  sweetly;  but  they  pass  too  soon, 
And  leave  me  sadden'd  at  this  flight: 

3.  Yet,  sweetly  as  they  glide  along, 
And  hallowed  tho'  the  calm  they  yield, 

Transporting  tho'  their  rapturous  song, 
Tho'  heav'nly  visions  seem  reveal'd, 

4.  My  soul  is  desolate  and  drear, 
My  silent  harp  untuned  remains, 

171 


171.  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

Unless,  my  Saviour,  thou  art  near, 
To  heal  ray  wounds,  and  soothe  my 
pains. 

5.  O  Jesus,  ever  let  me  hail 

Thy  presence  with  thy  day  of  rest, 

Then  will  thy  servant  never  fail 
To  deem  thy  Sabbath  doubly  blest. 

HYMN  171.    L.  M. 

SABBATH    EVENING. 

ANOTHER  day  has  pass'd  along-, 
And  we  are  nearer  to  the  tomb; 

Nearer  to  join  the  heav'nly  song, 
Or  hear  the  last  eternal  doom. 

2.  Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve, 
And  soft  the  sunbeams  ling'ring  there, 

For  these  blest  hours  the  world  1  leave, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer! 

3.  The  time,  how  lovely  and  how  still! 
Peace  shines  and  smiles  on  all  below: 

The  plain,  the  stream,  the  wood,  the  hill, 
All  fair  with  evening's  setting  glow. 

4.  Season  of  rest!  the  tranquil  soul 
Feels  the  sweet  calm, and  melts  in  love; 

172 


FAMILY  WORSHIP.  172. 

And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll 
Faith  sees  a  smiling  heav'n  above. 

5.  Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long, 
Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod: 

And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song, 
The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God. 

HYMN  172.     S.  M. 

THE  power  to  bless  my  house, 

Belongs  to  God  alone; 
Yet  rendering  him  my  constant  vows, 

He  sends  his  blessings  down. 

2.  Shall  I  not  then  engage 
My  house  to  serve  the  Lord, 

To  search  the  soul-converting  page, 
And  feed  upon  his  word! — 

3.  To  ask  with  faith  and  hope 
The  grace  our  God  supplies, — 

In  prayer  and  praise  to  offer  up 
Our  daily  sacrifice? 

4.  Saviour  of  men,  incline 

The  hearts  which  thou  hast  made, 
Which  thou  hast  bought  with  blood  di- 
vine, 
To  ask  thy  prdmis'd-aid. 

173 


173,  174.    FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

5.  Me  and  my  house  receive, 

Thy  family  t'  increase, 
And  Jet  us  in  thy  favour  live, 

And  let  us  die  in  peace. 

HYMN  173.    S.  M. 
SEE  how  the  morning  sun 

Pursues  his  shining  way; 
And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise, 

With  every  bright'ning  ray. 

2.  Thus  would  my  rising  soul 
Its  heavenly  Parent  sing; 

And  to  its  great  Original 
The  humble  tribute  bring. 

3.  Serene  I  laid  me  down 
Beneath  his  guardian  care; 

I  slept,  and  1  awoke,  and  found 
My  kind  Preserver  near! 

4.  My  life  1  would  anew 
Devote,  O  Lord,  to  thee; 

And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 

HYMN  174.    C.  M. 
I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 
From  every  cumb'ring  care, 
174 


FAMILY  WORSHIP,  174. 

And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2.  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 
The  penitential  tear, 

And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3.  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 
And  future  good  implore, 

And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4.  1  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 
Of  brighter  scenes  in  heav'n: 

The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew,, 
While  here  by  tempests  driv'n. 

5.  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er,. 
May  its  departing  ray 

Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

175 


175.  MISSIONARY. 


MISSIONARY  HYMNS. 

HYMN  175.    7,6. 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand: 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2.  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 

Though  ev'ry  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown, 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3.  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
With  wisdom  from  on  high,— 

Shall  we  to  men  benighted 
The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
176 


MISSIONARY.  176. 

Salvation!  O  salvation! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name, 

4,  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole: 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign! 

HYMN  176.    7,  6. 

ON  Thibet's  snow-capt  mountains, 

O'er  Afric's  burning  sand, 
Where  roll  the  fiery  fountains 

Adown  Hawaii's  strand — 
In  every  distant  nation, 

The  mighty  globe  around, 
The  heralds  of  salvation 

The  gospel  trumpet  sound. 

2.  In  golden  armour  blazing 
They  press  their  onward  way, 

And  high  in  air  upraising, 
The  glorious  cross  display: 
M  177 


177.  MISSIONARY. 

Away  their  weapons  hurling, 
The  warring  nations  cease, 

And  hail  with  joy,  unfurling 
The  banneret  of  peace. 

3.  Where  sin  hath  fix'd  her  dwelling, 
Where  Death  the  tyrant  reigns, 

The  heavenly  notes  are  swelling 
In  loudest,  sweetest  strains; 

They  breathe — the  bones  are  shaken, 
And  clothed  with  flesh,  arise, — 

They  bid  the  dead  awaken 
To  glory  in  the  skies. 

4.  What  though  hell's  fiery  regions 
Pour  forth  their  dread  array! 

Look  up! — angelic  legions 

Attend  you  on  your  way. 
March  on,  ye  sons  of  heaven, 

This  precious  promise  sing — 
"  The  heathen  shall  be  given 

To  Christ,  our  glorious  King!" 

HYMN  177.    7,  6. 

THE  morning  light  is  breaking, 

The  darkness  disappears, 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears: 
178 


MISSIONARY.  177. 

Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar, 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepar'd  for  Zion's  war. 

2.  Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  us, 
In  many  a  gentle  show'r, 

And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  ev'ry  hour: 
Each  cry  to  heaven  going, 

Abundant  answers  brings, 
And  heav'nly  gales  are  blowing, 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 

3.  See  heathen  nations  bending 
Before  the  God  we  love, 

And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above; 
"While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing, 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

4.  Blest  river  of  salvation! 
Pursue  thy  onward  way, 

Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly, 

Triumphant  reach  their  home, 
179 


178.  MISSIONARY. 

Stay  not,  till  all  the  holy 
Proclaim,  the  Lord  is  come! 

HYMN  173.    7,  6. 

HAIL,  to  the  Lord's  anointed! 

Great  David's  greater  Son; 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free; 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2.  He  comes,  with  succour  speedy, 
To  those  who  suffer  wrong; 

To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 
And  bid  the  weak  be  strong; 

To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 
Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 

Whose  souls,  condemn'd  and  dying 
Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3.  He  shall  come  down  like  showers 
Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 

And  love,  and  joy,  like  flowers, 
Spring  in  his  path  to  birth: 

Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 
Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go, 
180 


MISSIONARY.  179. 

And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 
From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4.  For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end: 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove; 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever: 

That  name  to  us  is — Love! 

HYMN  179.    7,6. 

ROLL  on,  thou  mighty  ocean! 

And  as  thy  billows  flow, 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy 

To  every  land  below, — 
Arise,  ye  gales,  and  waft  them 

Safe  to  the  destin'd  shore; 
That  man  may  sit  in  darkness, 

And  death's  black  shade  no  more. 

2.  O  thou,  eternal  Ruler! 

Who  holdest  in  thine  arm 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean, 

Deliver  them  from  harm! 
Thy  presence  still  be  with  them, 

Wherever  they  may  be; 

181 


180.  MISSIONARY. 

Tho'  far  from  those  who  love  them, 
O  let  them  be  with  thee! 


HYMN  180.    8,  7,  4. 

YES!  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking; 

Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand: 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 

By  his  word  in  ev'ry  land! 
When  he  chooses, 

Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

2.  Let  us  hail  the  joyful  season; 
Let  us  hail  the  dawning  ray: 

When  the  Lord  appears,  there's  reason 
To  expect  a  glorious  day; 

At  his  presence 
Gloom  and  darkness  flee  away. 

3.  While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring; 
While  he  enters  like  a  flood; 

God,  the  Saviour,  is  preparing 
Means  to  spread  his  truth  abroad; 

Ev'ry  language 
Soon  shall  teach  the  love  of  God. 

4.  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious, 
Let  thy  people  see  thy  hand; 

182 


MISSIONARY.  181. 

Let  the  gospel  be  victorious, 
Through  the  world  in  ev'ry  land: 

And  the  idols 
Perish,  Lord,  at  thy  command. 

HYMN  181.    8,7,4. 

O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness; 

Cheer'd  by  no  celestial  ray, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arising, 

Bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day; 
Send  the  gospel 

To  the  earth's  remotest  bound. 

2.  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness! 
Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light; 

And  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night; 

And  redemption, 
Freely  purchas'd,  win  the  day. 

3.  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel! 
Win  and  conquer,  never  cease; 

May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
Multiply  and  still  increase; 

Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 
183 


182.  MISSIONARY. 

HYMN  182.    8.7,4. 

ON  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
Lo,  the  sacred  herald  stands; 

Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands: 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2.  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful, 
All  thy  friends  unfaithful  prov'd? 

Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmov'd? 

Cease  thy  mourning, 
Zion  still  is  well  belov'd. 

3.  God,  thy  God  will  now  restore  thee! 
He  himself  appears  thy  friend: 

All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee, 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end; 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 

4.  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee, 
All  thy  warfare  now  is  past, 

God,  thy  Saviour,  shall  defend  thee, 
Peace  and  joy  are  come  at  last: 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest. 
184 


MISSIONARY.      i«3,  184. 


HYMN  183.    8,  7,  4. 

MEN  of  God,  go  take  your  stations, 
Darkness  reigns  throughout  the  earth; 

Go,  proclaim  among  the  nations, 
Joyful  news  of  heavenly  birth! 

Bear  the  tidings 
Of  the  Saviour's  matchless  worth! 

2.  What  tho'  earth  and  hell  united, 
Should  oppose  the  Saviour's  plan? 

Plead  his  cause,  nor  be  affrighted: 
Fear  ye  not  the  face  of  man: 

Vain  their  tumult, 
Stop  his  work  they  never  cam 

3.  When  exposed  to  fearful  dangers, 
Jesus  will  his  own  defend: 

Borne  afar  'midst  foes  and  strangers, 
Jesus  will  appear  your  friend. 

And  his  presence 
Shall  be  with  you  to  the  end. 

HYMN  184.    8,  7,  4. 
biissionabt's  fabewell. 

YES,  my  native  land,  1  love  thee, 
All  thy  scenes  I  love  them  well; 

185 


184.  MISSIONARY. 

Friends,  connexions,  happy  country! 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell? 

Can  I  leave  you — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

2.  Home!  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely, 
Joys  no  stranger  heart  can  tell; 

Happy  home!  'tis  sure  I  love  thee! 
Can  I — can  I  say — farewell? 

Can  I  leave  thee — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

3.  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 
Holy  days,  and  Sabbath  bell, 

Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure! 
Can  1  say  at  last — farewell? 

Can  I  leave  you — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

4.  Yes:  I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 
From  the  scenes  I  love  so  well! 

Far  away,  ye  billows  bear  me; 
Lovely  native  land,  farewell! 

Pleased  I  leave  thee — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

5.  In  the  deserts  let  me  labour, 
On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 

186 


MISSIONARY.  185. 

How  he  died,  the  blessed  Saviour ! 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell! 

Let  me  hasten 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

6.  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean; 

Let  the  winds  my  canvass  swell ; — 
Heaves  my  breast  with  warm  emotion, 

While  1  go  far  hence  to  dwell; 
Glad  I  bid  thee, 

Native  land! — Farewell! — Farewell! 


HYMN  185.    7s. 

SEE  that  heathen  mother  stand 
Where  the  sacred  currents  flow; 

With  her  own  maternal  hand, 
'Mid  the  waves  her  infant  throw! 

2.  Hark!  I  hear  the  piteous  scream; 
Frightful  monsters  seize  their  prey; 

Or  the  dark  and  bloody  stream 
Bears  the  struggling  child  away ! 

3.  Fainter  now,  and  fainter  still, 
Breaks  the  cry  upon  the  ear; 

But  the  mother's  heart  is  steel, 
She,  unmov'd,  that  cry  can  hear, 
187 


186  MISSIONARY. 

4.  Send,  O  send  the  Bible  there: 
Let  its  precepts  reach  the  heart; 

She  may  then  her  children  spare, 
She  may  act  the  mother's  part. 

HYMN  ISC.    L.  M. 

THY  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word, 
And  wait  the  smilings  of  thy  face, 

Assemble  round  thy  mercy-seat, 
And  plead  the  promise  of  thy  grace. 

2.  We  consecrate  these  hours  to  thee, 
Thy  sov'ieign  mercy  to  entreat; 

And  feel  some  animating  hope, 
We  shall  divine  acceptance  meet. 

3.  Hast  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
That  his  dominion  shall  extend, 

Till  ev'ry  tongue  shall  call  him  Lord, 
And  ev'ry  knee  before  him  bend? 

4.  Now  let  the  happy  time  appear, 
The  time  to  favour  Zion  come; 

Send  forth  thy  heralds  far  and  near, 
To  call  thy  banish'd  people  home. 
188 


MISSIONARY.        187,  188.' 

HYMN  187.    L.M. 

THE  trump  of  Israel's  jubilee 
Shall  sound  aloud  from  Calvary, 
And  bid  the  wand'ring  exiles,  "  Come, 
And  find  in  Zion  still  a  home." 

2.  Israel  shall  hear — that  thrilling  sound 
Shall  reach  to  earth's  remotest  bound, 
And  gather  to  that  holy  place 

The  fugitives  of  Jacob's  race. 

3.  Their  exil'd  tribes  shall  yet  return, 
Shall  come  to  Calvary  and  mourn; 
And,  bow'd  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
With  willing  hearts  his  rule  obey. 

HYMN  188.    L.  M. 

THAT  mighty  angel,  to  whose  hand 
The  everlasting  word  is  giv'n, 

Waves  his  broad  wing  o'er  sea  and  land, 
And    soaring,  cleaves    the   vault    of 
heav'n. 

2.  And    say— shall    aught    oppose    his 
flight?-  ^ 

Aught  dim  with  clouds  his  flaming 
scroll? 

189 


189.  MISSIONARY. 

No! — not  till  truth  with  holy  light 
Shall  visit  ev'ry  heathen  soul! 

3.  Not  till  blest  Peace  shall  spring  to 
birth; 

Till  hatred  sheath  his  useless  sword; 
Not  till  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord. 

HYMN  169.    L.M. 

SOV'REIGN    of   worlds!    display    thy 

pow'r, 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favour'd  hour; 
Bid  the  bright  morning  Star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2.  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
On  Afric's  shore,  on  India's  plains, 

On  wilds  and  continents  unknown; 
And  be  the  universe  thine  own. 

3.  Speak!  and  the  world  shall  hear  thy 

voice; 
Speak!  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice; 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night, 
And  bid  all  nations  hail  the  light. 
190 


MISSIONARY.      190,  191. 

HYMN  190.    L.  M. 
MILLIONS  there  are  on  heathen  ground, 
"Who  never  heard  the  gospel's  sound} 
Lord,  send  it  forth,  and  let  it  run, 
Swift  and  reviving  as  the  sun. 

2.  Guide  thou  their  lips,  who  stand  to  tell 
Sinners  the  way  that  leads  from  hell: 
To  those  who  give,  do  thou  impart 

A  gen'ious,  wise,  and  tender  heart. 

3.  Lord,  crown  their  zeal,  reward  their 

care, 
That  in  thy  grace  they  all  may  share; 
And  those  who  now  in  darkness  dwell, 
Deliv'rance  sing  from  guilt  and  hell. 

HYMN  191.    8,  7.  4. 

WHO,  but  thou,  Almighty  Spirit, 
Can  the  heathen  world  reclaim? 

Men  may  preach,  but  till  thou  favour, 
Heathens  will  be  still  the  same: 
Mighty  Spirit! 

Witness  to  the  Saviour's  name. 

2.  Thou  hast  promis'd  by  the  prophets, 
Glorious  light  in  latter  days: 

'  191 


192.  MISSIONARY. 

Come,  and  bless  bewilder'd  nations, 
Change  our  pray'rs  and  tears  to  praise; 

Fromis'd  Spirit' 
Round  the  world  diffuse  thy  rays. 

3.  All  our  hopes,  and  pray'rs,  and  labours, 
Must  be  vain  without  thine  aid: 

But  thou  wilt  not  disappoint  us — 
All  is  true  that  thou  hast  said; 

Faithful  Spirit! 
O'er  the  world  thine  influence  shed. 

HYMN  192.    8,  7. 
HARK!  a  cry  among  the  nations! 

"  Come,  and  let  us  seek  the  Lord: 
Vain  our  former  expectations; 

Vain  the  idols  we  ador'd: 
Zion's  King  is  God  alone, 
Let  us  bow  before  his  throne." 

2.  See!  from  ev'ry  quarter  flowing, 
Joyful  crowds  assemble  round: 

Love,  in  ev'ry  heart  is  glowing: 
Praise  is  heard  in  ev'ry  sound; 
While  Jehovah  shows  his  face, 
Glory  fills  the  sacred  place. 

3.  Weapons  meant  for  mutual  slaughter 
Now  are  instruments  of  peace; 

192 


MISSIONARY.  193. 

They  who  taste  the  living  water, 

Learn  from  war  and  strife  to  cease: 
Jesus  reigns — the  earth  is  still — 
All  the  nations  do  his  will. 

HYMN  193.    C.  M. 

SHEPHERD  of  Israel,  thou  didst  lead 
Thy  flock  the  desert  through, 

And  from  between  the  Cherubim 
Thy  beaming  mercy  show. 

2.  And  tho'  their  sins  provok'd  thee  oft 
To  give  them  for  a  prey, 

Yet  didst  thou  for  thy  mercies'  sake 
Oft  turn  thy  wrath  away. 

3.  But  now  for  ages  they  have  been 
Far  banish'd  from  thy  sight, 

Wand'ring  through  all  the  earth, as  those 
In  whom  is  no  delight. 

4.  Yet  is  thy  word  of  promise  sure, 
That  they  shall  be  restor'd, 

And  with  the  Gentile  church  unite 
To  love  and  serve  the  Lord. 

5.  Our  faith  in  expectation  waits 
With  ever  longing  eyes; 

n  193 


194,195.      FLIGHT  OF  TIME. 

Oh,  bid  the  shadows  flee  away — 
That  glorious  morning  rise. 

HYMN  194.    L.  M. 

ARISE,  great  God,  and  let  thy  grace 
Shed  its  glad  beams  on  Jacob's  race; 
Restore  the  long  lost,  scatter'd  band, 
And  call  them  to  their  native  land. 

2.  Their  mis'ry  let  thy  mercy  heal, 
Their  trespass  hide,  their  pardon  seal; 
O  God  of  Israel,  hear  our  pray'r, 
And  grant  them  still  thy  love  to  share. 

3.  How  long  shall  Jacob's  offspring  prove 
The  sad  suspension  of  thy  love? 

Say,  shall  thy  wrath  perpetual  burn? 
And  wilt  thou  ne'er,  appeas'd,  return? 

4.  Thy  quick'ning  Spirit  now  impart, 
And  wake  to  joy  each  grateful  heart, 
While  Israel's  rescu'd  tribes  in  thee 
Their  bliss  and  full  salvation  see. 


FLIGHT  OF  TIME. 
HYMN  195.    C.  P.  M. 
LO!  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand, 

194 


FLIGHT  OF  TIME.  196. 

Yet  how  insensible! 
A  point  of  time — a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heav'nly  place, 

Or,  shuts  me  up  in  hell! 

2.  O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert; 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtless  heart 

Eternal  things  impress; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me,  ere  it  be  too  late! 

Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

3.  Before  me  place  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom? 

4.  Be  this  my  own  great  business  here, 
With  holy  trembling,  hcly  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure! 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil. 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure! 

HYMN  196.    C.  M. 
THE  mighty  flood  that  rolls  along 
In  torrent's  to  the  main, 

195 


197.  FLIGHT  OF  TIME. 

The  waters  lost  can  ne'er  recall 
From  that  abyss  again. 

2.  The  days,  the  years,  the  ages  dark, 
Descending  down  to  night, 

Can  never,  never  be  redeem'd, 
Back  to  the  gates  of  light. 

3.  Where  are  our  Fathers?— Whither  gone 
The  mighty  men  of  old! 

The  patriarchs,  prophets,  princes,  kings, 
In  sacred  books  enroll 'd? — 

4.  Gone  to  the  resting  place  of  man, 
His  long,  his  silent  home; 

Where  ages  past  have  gone  before, 
Where  future  ages  come! 

HYMN  197.    L.  M. 

OFT  as  the  bell  with  solemn  toll, 
Speaks  the  departure  of  a  soul, 
Let  each  one  ask  himself,  u  Am  I 
Prepar'd,  should  I  be  call'd  to  die? 

2.  "  Only  this  frail  and  fleeting  breath 
Preserves  me  from  the  jaws  of  death; 
Soon  as  it  fails,  at  once  I'm  gone, 
And  plung'd  into  a  world  unknown. 
196 


FLIGHT  OF  TIME.  198. 

3.  "Then  leaving  all  I  lov'd  below, 
To  God's  tribunal  I  must  go; 

Must  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  fate, 
And  fix  my  everlasting  state." 

4.  Lord  Jesus!  help  me  now  to  flee, 
And  seek  my  hope  alone  in  thee; 
Apply  thy  blood,  thy  Spirit  give, 
Subdue  my  sins,  and  let  me  live. 

5.  Then,  when  the  solemn  bell  I  hear, 
If  sav'd  from  guilt,  I  need  not  fear; 
Nor  would  the  thought  distressing  be, 
Perhaps  it  next  may  toll  for  me. 

HYMN  198.    CM. 

THE  time  is  short!  the  season  near, 

When  death  will  us  remove 
To  leave  our  friends,  however  dear, 

And  all  we  fondly  love. 

2.  The  time  is  short!  sinners,  beware, 
Nor  trifle  time  away; 

The  word  of  great  salvation  hear, 
While  it  is  call'd  to-day. 

3.  The  time  is  short!  ye  rebels,  now 
To  Christ  the  Lord  submit: 

197 


199.  FLIGHT  OF  TIME. 

To  mercy's  golden  sceptre  bow, 
And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 

4.  The  time  is  short!  ye  saints  rejoice, 
The  Lord  will  quickly  come; 

Soon  shall  you  hear  the  Bridegroom's 
voice, 
To  call  you  to  your  home. 

5.  The  time  is  short!  it  swiftly  flies, 
The  hour  is  just  at  hand, 

"When  we  shall  mount  above  the  skies, 
And  reach  the  wish'd  for  land. 

6.  The  time  is  short!  the  moment  near, 
When  we  shall  dwell  above; 

And  be  for  ever  happy  there, 
With  Jesus,  whom  we  love. 

HYMN  199.    P.  M. 

TIME  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb. 
Youth  and  vigour  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms: 
All  that's  mortal  soon  will  be 

Enclos'd  in  death's  cold  arms. 
198 


FLIGHT  OF  TIME.  200. 

2.  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb. 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon  above, 
Far  beyond  the  world's  alloy, 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 


HYMN  200.    S.  M. 

LORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
Is  this  our  mortal  frame! 

Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  scarce  deserves  the  name! 

2.  Alas,  the  brittle  clay, 
That  built  our  body  first! 

And  every  month  and  every  day 
'Tis  mouldering  back  to  dust. 

3.  Our  moments  fly  apace, 
And  time  will  ne'er  delay; 

Just  like  a  flood  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

4.  Well,  if  our  days  must  fly, 
We'll  keep  their  end  in  sight, 

199 


201.  FLIGHT  OF  TIME. 

We'll  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  way, 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

5.  They'll  waft  us  sooner  o'er 
This  life's  tempestuous  sea; 

Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity! 


HYMN  201.     S.M. 

HOW  swift  the  torrent  rolls, 

That  hastens  to  the  sea; 
How  strong  the  tide  that  bears  our  souls 

On — to  eternity! 

2.  Our  fathers,  where  are  they? 
With  all  they  call'd  their  own; 

Their  joys  and  griefs,  and  hopes  and 
cares, 
And  wealth  and  honour? — gone! 

3.  There,  where  the  fathers  lie, 
Must  all  the  children  dwell; 

Nor  other  heritage  possess, 
But  such  a  gloomy  cell. 

4.  God  of  our  fathers,  hear, 
Thou  everlasting  Friend! 

200 


FLIGHT  OF  TIME.  202. 

While  we,  on  life's  extremest  verge, 
Our  souls  to  thee  commend. 

5.  Of  all  the  pious  dead 

May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 
Till  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light, 

We  dwell  before  thy  face. 

HYMN  202.    S.  M. 

THE  present  moment  flies, 

And  bears  our  life  away, 
O,  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 

That  they  may  live  to-day. 

2.  Since  on  this  winged  hour 
Eternity  is  hung, 

Waken,  by  thy  almighty  power, 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

3.  One  thing  demands  our  care — 
O,  be  it  still  pursu'd — 

Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renew'd. 

4.  To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 
Swift  as  the  morning  light; 

Lest  life's  young  golden  beam  should  die 
In  sudden,  endless  night. 

201 


203.  FLIGHT  OF  TIME. 


HYMN  203.    CM. 

MY  span  of  life  will  soon  be  done, 

The  passing  moments  say; 
As  length'ning  shadows  o'er  the  mead 

Proclaim  the  close  of  day. 
O  that  my  heart  might  dwell  aloof 

From  all  created  things, 
And  learn  that  wisdom  from  above, 

Whence  true  contentment  springs! 

2.  Courage,  my  soul,  thy  bitter  cross, 
In  every  trial  here, 

Shall  bear  thee  to  thy  heaven  above, 

But  shall  not  enter  there. 
The  sighing  ones  that  humbly  seek 

In  sorrowing  paths  below, 
Shall  in  eternity  rejoice, 

Where  endless  comforts  flow. 

3.  Soon  will  the  toilsome  strife  be  o'er, 
Of  sublunary  care, 

And  life's  dull  vanities  no  more 
This  anxious  breast  insnare. 

Courage,  my  soul,  on  God  rely; 
Deliv 'ranee  soon  will  come; 

A  thousand  ways  has  Providence 
To  bring  believers  home. 
202 


FLIGHT  OF  TIME.  204, 

HYMN  204.    C.P.  M. 
MY  days,  my  weeks,  ray  months,  my 
years, 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres, 
Around  the  steady  pole; 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
And  1  must  launch  thro'  boundless  deeps, 
Where  endless  ages  roll! 

2.  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen: 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between! 

And  whisper  as  they  fly — 
Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 
Thou,  midst  thy  sublunary  bliss, 
Must  groan,  and  gasp,  and  die! 

3.  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call, 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  quickly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
Beyond  the  vast  ethereal  blue, 
To  love  and  sing  as  angels  do, 

Or,  sink  in  endless  night. 

4.  Long  ere  the  sun  has  run  its  round, 
I  may  be  buried  under  ground, 

And  there  in  silence  rot: 
Alas!  one  hour  may  close  the  scene, 
And  ere  twelve  months  shall  intervene 

My  name  be  quite  forgot. 

203 


205.  NEW  YEAR. 

5.  But  shall  my  soul  be  then  extinct, 
And  cease  to  be,  or  cease  to  think? 

It  cannot,  cannot  be: 
Thou!  my  immortal,  canst  not  die, 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly, 
When  death  shall  set  thee  free? 

6.  Will  mercy  then,  its  arms  extend? 
Will  Jesus  be  thy  guardian  friend? 

And  heaven  thy  dwelling  place? 
Or  shall  insulting  fiends  appear, 
To  drag  thee  down  to  black  despair, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  grace? 


NEW  YEAR. 


HYMN  205.    CM. 

NOW,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  revea 
And  make  thy  glory  known; 

Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 

2.  From  all  the  guilt  of  former  sin, 
May  mercy  set  us  free; 
204 


NEW  YEAR.  206. 

And  let  the  year  we  now  begin, 
Begin  and  end  with  thee. 

3.  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
That  saints  may  love  thee  more; 

And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love, 
Who  never  lov'd  before. 

4.  And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 
In  our  eternal  home, 

May  growing  numbers  worship  here, 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room, 

HYMN  206.  C.  M. 
AWAKE,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 

And  raise  your  voices  high; 
Awake,  and  praise  that  sov'reign  love, 

That  shows  salvation  nigh. 


Each  moment  brings  it  near; 
Then  welcome  each  declininor  day! 
Welcome  each  closing  year! 

3.  Not  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run, 

Not  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  reveal'd 

To  our  admiring  eyes: 

205 


207.  NEW  YEAR. 


4.  Ye  wheels    of  nature,  speed    your 
course; 

Ye  mortal  pow'rs,  decay; 
Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 

Ye  bring  eternal  day! 

HYMN  207.    7s. 

WHILE  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 
Hasted  thro'  the  former  year, 

Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here. 

2.  Fix'd  in  an  eternal  state, 
They  have  done  with  all  below; 

We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little — none  can  know. 

3.  As  the  winged  arrow  flies, 
Speedily  the  mark  to  find; 

As  the  lightning  from  the  skies, 
Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind: 

4.  Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream; 

Upwards,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 
206 


SICKNESS  AND   DEATH.  208. 

5.  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew; 

Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live, 
With  eternity  in  view. 

6.  Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old, 
Fill  us  with  the  Saviour's  love; 

And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 
May  we  dwell  with  thee  above! 


SICKNESS  AND  DEATH. 

HYMN  208.    7,  6. 

BEFORE  thy  footstool  kneeling, 

O  Lord,  to  thee  we  cry: 
While  for  thy  gift  of  healing 

We  raise  our  voice  on  high: 
Diseases  and  afflictions 

Thy  ready  servants  are; 
Chastisements  and  corrections 

To  quicken  us  in  pray'r. 

2.  We  own  our  guilt  and  folly, 
But  thou  canst  still  forgive; 

207 


209.  SICKNESS 

And  thou,  most  high  and  holy, 

Canst  bid  the  sick  revive; 
Though  now  cast  down  in  sorrow, 

In  darkness  and  distress; 
Joy  may  return  to-morrow, 

Through  thy  restoring  grace. 

3.  As  suppliants  now  before  thee, 

Beside  affliction's  bed; 
Physician,  we  adore  thee, 

And  trembling  ask  thine  aid; 
Before  thy  footstool  kneeling, 

To  thee,  to  thee  we  cry; 
Send  down  thy  gift  of  healing, 

Our  souls  on  thee  rely. 

HYMN  209.     L.  M. 

FOR  A  SICK  MINISTER. 

O  THOU,  before  whose  gracious  throne 
We  bow  our  suppliant  spirits  down; 
Avert  thy  swift  descending  stroke, 
Nor  smite  the  shepherd  of  the  flock. 

2.  Restore  him,  sinking  to  the  grave; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  make  haste  to  save; 
Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  give, 
And  bid  our  friend  and  father  live. 
208 


AND  DEATH.  210. 

3.  Bound  to  each  soul  by  tead'rest  ties, 
In  every  breast  his  image  lies; 

Thy  pitying  aid,  O  God,  impart, 

Nor  rend  him  from  each  bleeding  heart. 

4.  Yet,  if  our  supplications  fail, 

And  pray'rs  and  tears  cannot  prevail: 
Be  thou  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 
And  guide  him  safe  to  endless  day. 

HYMN  210.    C.  M. 
'TIS  hard,  from  those  we  love,  to  go, 

Who  weep  beside  our  bed, 
Whose  tears  bedew  our  burning  brow, 

Whose  arm  supports  our  head: 

2.  When  fading  from  the  dizzy  view, 
I  sought  their  forms  in  vain; 

The  bitterness  of  death  I  knew, 
And  groan 'd  to  live  again. 

3.  'Tis  dreadful  when  the  accuser's  pow'r 
Assails  the  sinking  heart, 

Recalling  ev'ry  wasted  hour, 
And  each  unworthy  part. 

4.  Yet,  Jesus,  in  that  mortal  fray, 
Thy  blessed  comfort  stole, 

o  209 


211,  212.  SICKNESS 

Like  sunshine  in  an  autumn  day 
Across  my  darken'd  soul. 

5.  When  soon,  or  late,  this  feeble  breath 
No  more  to  thee  can  pray, 

Support  me  through  the  vale  of  death, 
And  in  the  darksome  way. 

6.  When  cloth'd  in  fleshly  weeds  again, 
I  wait  thy  dread  decree; 

Judge  of  the  world,  remember  then, 
That  thou  hast  died  for  me. 


HYMN  211.     CM. 

JESUS!  the  vision  of  thy  face, 

Hath  overpowering  charms! 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace 

If  Christ  be  in  my  arms: 
Then,   while  ye  hear  my  heart-strings 
break, 

How  sweet  my  minutes  roll! 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 

And  glory  in  my  soul! 

HYMN  212.    7s. 
PARTING  soul,  the  floods  await  thee, 
And  the  billows  round  thee  roar, 
210 


AND  DEATH.  213. 

Yet  rejoice,  the  holy  city 
Stands  on  yon  celestial  shore. 

2.  There  are  crowns  and  thrones  of  glory, 
There  the  living  waters  glide; 

There  the  just,  in  shining  raiment, 
Standing  by  Immanuel's  side. 

3.  Linger  not,  the  stream  is  narrow, 
Tho'  its  cold  dark  waters  rise; 

He  who  pass'd  the  flood  before  thee 
Guides  thy  path  to  yonder  skies. 

HYMN  213.     C.  M. 

AMID  the  anguish  and  the  strife 
That  shrinking  nature  fears; 

Look  gently  down,  great  Source  of  Life, 
And  dry  these  starting  tears. 

2.  Serene,  like  Jacob,  I  would  die — 
Would  "  gather  up  my  feet;" 

And  chide  the  ling'ring  hours  that  fly, 
My  Saviour  God  to  meet. 

3.  My  dearest  comforts  I  could  leave, 
With  glory  in  my  eyes; 

Could  wipe  the  tears  of  those  that  grievt * 
And  point  them  to  the  skies — 
211 


214.  SICKNESS 

4.  Could  say  to  them,  if  thou  art  nigh 
When  life's  last  hour  1  view; 

Could  joyful  say,  '*  Behold  I  die, 
But  God  shall  dwell  with  you." 

HYMN  214.     7s. 

WHY  lament  the  Christian  dying? 

Why  indulge  in  tears  or  gloom? 
Calmly  on  the  Lord  relying, 

He  can  greet  the  op'ning  tomb. 

2.  What  if  death,  with  icy  fingers, 
All  the  fount  of  life  congeals? 

'Tis  not  there  thy  brother  lingers, 
"Tis  not  death  his  spirit  feels. 

3.  Tho'  for  him  thy  soul  is  mourning, 
Tho'  with  grief  thy  heart  is  riv'n: 

While  his  flesh  to  dust  is  turning, 
All  his  soul  is  filPd  with^ieav'n. 

4.  Scenes  seraphic,  high  and  glorious, 
Now  forbid  his  longer  stay; 

See  him  rise  o'er  death  victorious, 
Angels  beckon  him  away. 

5.  Hark!  the  golden  harps  are  ringing, 
Sounds  unearthly  fill  his  ear; 

212 


AND  DEATH.         215,  216. 

Millions  now  in  heaven  singing, 
Greet  his  joyful  entrance  there. 

HYMN  215.    7s. 
HASTE,  my  spirit,  haste  away, 

'Tis  thy  glorious  Saviour  calls; 
Leave  this  tenement  of  clay: 

Quit  its  broken,  shatter'd  walls; 
Through  these  ruins  I  descry 
Gleams  of  immortality! 

2.  Cease,  my  friends,  to  weep  for  me, 
Let  me  rather  mourn  for  you; 

Far  from  sin  and  wo  I  flee, 

Christ  and  heav'n  are  in  my  view; 
Dare  not  wish  my  soul  to  stay, 
Angels  beckon  me  away. 

3.  To  the  sov 'reign  hand  of  death 
Earthly  blessings  I  resign; 

Lord,  to  thee  I  yield  my  breath, 

Take  this  ransom'd  soul  of  mine, 
And  my  songs  of  joy  shall  be 
Ceaseless  as  eternity! 

HYMN  216.    7s. 
VITAL  spark  of  heav'nly  flame! 
Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame! 

213 


217.  SICKNESS 

Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying — 
O,  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying! 
Cease,  fond  nature!  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life! 

2.  Hark!  they  whisper — angels  say, 
"  Sister-spirit,  come  away!" 
"What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirits,  draws  my  breath, 
Tell  me,  my  soul — can  this  be  death? 

3.  The  world  recedes! — it  disappears! — 
Heav'n  opens  on  my  eyes! — my  ears 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring! 
Lend,  lend  your  wings! — I  mount!  I  fly! 
O  grave!  where  is  thy  victory? 

0  death!  where  is  thy  sting? 

HYMN  217.    L.  M. 

SHRINKING  from  the  cold  hand  of 
death, 

1  soon  shall  gather  up  my  feet; 
Shall  soon  resign  this  fleeting  breath, 

And  die — my  Father,  God  to  meet. 

2.  Number'd  among  thy  people,  I 
Expect  with  joy  thy  face  to  see; 
214 


AND  DEATH.  218. 

Because  thou  didst  for  sinners  die, 
Jesus,  in  death  remember  me! 

3.  O  that,  without  a  ling'ring  groan, 
I  may  the  welcome  word  receive  I 

My  body  with  my  charge  lay  down, 
And  cease  at  once  to  work  and  live ! 

4.  Walk  with  me  through  the  dreadful 

shade, 
And,  certified  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  spirit,  calm  and  undismay'd, 
I  shall  into  thy  hands  resign. 

5.  No  anxious  doubt,  no  guilty  gloom, 
Shall    damp    whom    Jesus'  presence 

cheers: 
My  Light,  my  Life,  my  God  is  come, 
And  glory  in  his  face  appears! 

HYMN  218.    C.  M. 

WHY  do  we  mourn  for  dying  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 

To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2.  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 
As  fast  as  time  can  mover 

215 


219.  SICKNESS 

Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3.  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 
Their  bodies  to  the  tomb? 

There  once  the  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4.  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blest, 
And  soften'd  every  bed: 

"Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  their  dying  Head? 

5.  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 
And  show'd  our  feet  the  way: 

Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

HYMN  219.    P.M. 

THIS  place  is  holy  ground: 
World,  with  thy  cares  away; 

Silence  and  darkness  reign  around: 
But  soon  the  break  of  day — 

The  resurrection  dawn  appears, 

To  shine  upon  this  scene  of  tears. 

2.  Behold  the  bed  of  death, 
This  pale  and  lovely  clay, 
216 


AND  DEATH.  220. 

Heard  ye  the  sob  of  parting  breath? 

Mark'd  ye  the  eye's  last  ray? 
No!  life  so  sweetly  ceased  to  be. 
It  lapsed  in  immortality! 

3.  Could  tears  revive  the  dead, 
Rivers  would  swell  our  eyes; 

Could  sighs  recall  the  spirit  fled, 

We  would  not  quench  our  sighs 
Till  love  illum'd  this  alter'd  mien, 
And  all  th'  imbodied  souls  were  seen. 

4.  Bury  the  dead — and  weep 
In  stilness  o'er  your  loss; — 

Bury  the  dead;  in  Christ  they  sleep 

Who  bore  on  earth  his  cross. 
Soon  from  the  grave  the  dust  shall  rise, 
In  his  own  image,  to  the  skies! 

HYMN  220.    L.  M. 

SWEET  is  the  scene  where  Christians 
die, 

Where  holy  souls  retire  to  rest: 
How  mildly  beams  the  closing  eye! 

How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast! 

2.  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away; 
So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er; 
217 


221.  SICKNESS 

So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3.  Triumphant  smiles  the  victor's  brow, 
Fann'd    by    some    guardian    angel's 
wing; — 
O  grave!  where  is  thy  vict'ry  now, 
And  where,  O   death,  where   is   thy 
sting! 

HYMN  221.    L.  M. 

ASLEEP  in  Jesus!  blessed  sleep! 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep; 
A  calm  and  undisturb'd  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  lust  of  foes! 

2.  Asleep  in  Jesus!  O  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet; 
"With  holy  confidence  to  sing, 

That  death  has  lost  his  venom'd  sting! 

3.  Asleep  in  Jesus!  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest: 
No  fear,  no  wo,  shall  dim  that  hour, 
That  so  displays  the  Saviour's  power. 

4.  Asleep  in  Jesus!  O  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be: 

218 


AND  DEATH.  222. 

Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high! 

5.  Asleep  in  Jesus!  time  nor  space 
Debars  this  precious  "  hiding  place;" 
On  Indian  plains,  or  Lapland  snows, 
Believers  find  the  same  repose. 

6.  Asleep  in  Jesus!  far  from  thee, 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

HYMN  222.    10,  6,  8. 

WHAT'S    this  that  steals,  that  steals 
upon  my  frame! 

Is  it  death — is  it  death? 
Which   soon   will  quench,  will  quench 
this  vital  frame ; 

Is  it  death — is  it  death? 
If  this  is  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
From  ev'ry  pain  and  sorrow  free: 
I  shall  the  King  of  glory  see! 
All  is  well — all  is  well. 

219 


222.       SICKNESS  AND  DEATH. 

2.  Weep  not,  my  friends,  my  friends  weep 

not  for  me ; 

All  is  well — all  is  well! 
My  sins  are   pardon'd,  pardon'd,    I  am 
free; 

All  is  well — all  is  well! 
There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise, 
To  hide  my  Saviour  from  rny  eyes: 
I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies! 
All  is  well — all  is  well. 

3.  Tune,  tune  your  harps,  your  harps  ye 

saints  in  glory; 

All  is  well — all  is  well! 
1   will   rehearse,  rehearse  the   pleasing 
story,— 

All  is  well — all  is  well! 
Bright  angels  are  from  glory  come; 
They're   round   my   bed,  and  in   my 

room: 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home; 
All  is  well — all  is  well. 

4.  Hark,  hark!- my  Lord,  my  Lord  and 

Master  calls  me; 

All  is  well — all  is  well! 
I  soon  shall  see,  shall  see  his  face  in 
glory!— 
220 


JUDGMENT.  223. 

All  is  well — all  is  well! 
Farewell,  my  friends — adieu,  adieu, 
1  can  no  longer  stay  with  you: 
My  glitt'ring  crown  appears  in  view. 
All  is  well — all  is  well. 


JUDGMENT. 


HYMN  223.    L.  M. 


THO'  in  the  outward  church  below, 
The  wheat  and  tares  together  grow; 
Jesus  ere  long  will  weed  the  crop, 
And  pluck  the  tares  in  anger  up. 


For  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come, 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home. 

2.  Will  it  relieve  their  horrors  there, 

To  recollect  their  stations  here; 

How  much  they  heard,  how  much  they 

knew, 
How  much  among  the  wheat  they  grew? 
221 


224.  JUDGMENT. 

3.  Oh!  this  will  aggravate  their  case, 
They  perish'd  under  means  of  grace; 
To  them  the  word  of  life  and  faith 
Became  an  instrument  of  death. 

4.  We  seem  alike  when  thus  we  meet, 
Strangers  might  think  we  all  were  wheat; 
But  to  the  Lord's  all-searching  eyes, 
Each  heart  appears  without  disguise. 

5.  The  tares  are  spar'd  for  various  ends, 
Some  for  the  sake  of  praying  friends; 
Others  the  Lord,  against  their  will, 
Employs  his  counsels  to  fulfil. 

6.  But  tho'  they  grow  so  tall  and  strong, 
His  plan  will  not  require  them  long; 

In  harvest,  when  he  saves  his  own, 
The  tares  shall  into  hell  be  thrown. 

7.  Most  awful  thought,  and  is  it  so? 
Must  all  mankind  the  harvest  know? 
Is  every  man  a  wheat  or  tare? 

Me  for  that  harvest,  Lord,  prepare. 

HYMN  224.  8,  7,  4. 

DAY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders! 
Hark!  the  trumpet's  awful  sound! 
222 


JUDGMENT.  224. 

Louder  than  ten  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round! 
How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound! 

2.  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 
Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine! 

You  who  long  tor  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say,  "This  God  is  mins." 

Gracious  Saviour! 
Own  me  on  that  day  for  thine. 

3.  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 
Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea; 

All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee: 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee? 

4.  Horrors  past  imagination 

Will  surprise  your  trembling  hearty 
When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 
"  Hence,  accursed  wretch,  depart! 

Thou  with  Satan 
And  his  angels  have  thy  part!" 

5.  But  to  those  who  have  confess'd, 
Loved  and  served  your  Lord  below, 

223 


225.  JUDGMENT. 

He  will  say,  "  Come  in,  ye  bless'd, 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow: 

You  for  ever 
Shall  my  love  in  glory  know." 

6.  Under  sorrows  and  reproaches, 
Let  this  thought  our  courage  raise; 

Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches, 
Sighs  shall  then  be  turn'd  to  praise; 

May  we  triumph 
When  this  world  is  in  a  blaze. 

HYMN  225.    C.  M. 
BEHOLD,  that  great  and  awful  day 

Of  parting  soon  will  come, 
When  sinners  must  be  hurl'd  away, 

And  Christians  gather'd  home. 

2.  Sinners  among  the  damn'd  shall  lie, 
Bound  with  a  fiery  chain; 

And  gnash  their  teeth,  and  howl,  and  cry, 
And  wring  their  hands  in  vain. 

3.  Then  shall  the  saints,  through  grace 

divine, 
Drink  in  perpetual  bliss: 
In  God's  delightful  image  shine, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 
224 


JUDGMENT.  226. 

4.  O  how  it  melts  my  soul  to  think 
Of  meeting  round  the  throne! 

Eternal  joys  we  then  shall  drink, 
Where  sorrows  never  come. 

5.  There,  tears  shall  all  be  wiped  away, 
And  glory  shall  begin; 

The  Lamb  of  God  will  smiling  say, 
"Come  in,  my  saints,  come  in." 

HYMN  226.    8,  7,  4. 
SEE  th'  eternal  Judge  descending, 

Seated  on  his  Father's  throne; 
Now,  poor  sinner,  Christ  will  show  thee 
That  he's  with  the  Father,  one; 

Trumpets  call  thee, 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2.  Hear  the  sinner  now  lamenting 
At  the  sight  of  fiercer  pain, 

Cries  and  tears  he  now  is  venting, 
But  he  weeps  and  cries  in  vain; 

Greatly  mourning 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

3.  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 
With  the  marks  of  dying  love! 

O!  that  1  had  sought  hia  favour, 
When  1  felt  his  Spirit  move! 
P  225 


227.  JUDGMENT. 

Doom'd  I'm  justly, 
For  1  oft  against  him  strove. 

4.  All  his  wooing  I  have  slighted, 
While  he  daily  sought  my  soul, 

If  my  vows  to  him  I  plighted, 
Yet  for  sin  I  broke  them  all: 

Golden  moments, 
How  neglected  did  they  roll! 

5.  There  I  see  my  godly  neighbours; 
Who  were  once  despis'd  by  me; 

Now  they're  clad  in  dazzling  splendour,. 
Waiting,  my  sad  fate  to  see; 
Farewell,  neighbours — 
Dismal  gulf!  I'm  bound  for  thee. 


HYMN  227.    8,  7. 

SINNERS,  take  the  friendly  warning- 
Soon  that  awful  day  shall  break, 

And  the  trumpet  with  its  dawning, 
All  the  slumb'ring  millions  wake. 

2.  See  assembled  every  nation! — 
Lofty  cities,  temples,  tow'rs, 

Wrapp'd  in  dreadful  conflagration, 
Earth  and  sea  the  flame  devours. 
226 


JUDGMENT.  228, 

3.  Ye,  who  to  the  world  dissemble, 
While  you  practise  deeds  of  night, 

Sinners,  now  behold  and  tremble; 
All  your  crimes  are  brought  to  light. 

4.  Lost  in  ease,  or  carnal  pleasure, 
Sporting  on  the  burning  brink; 

Now,  you  say,  you  have  no  leisure, 
You  ean  find  no  time  to  think. 

5.  Ye — who  now,  conviction  stifling. 
Waste  your  time — the  loss  deplore; 

Hear  the  angel — cease  your  trifling — 
"  Time/'  he  cries, "  shall  be  no  more." 

6.  Pause,  and  hear  the  voice  of  reasons 
Catch  the  moments  as  they  fly: 

You  who  lose  the  present  season, 
You  must  all  find  time  to  die. 

HYMN  228.    P.  M. 
OH  there  will  be  mourning,  mourning-, 

mourning,  mourning: 
Oh  there  will  be  mourning,  at  the  judg- 
ment seat  of  Christ! 
Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 
Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 
Parents  and  children  there  will  part? 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

227 


228.  JUDGMENT. 

2.  Oh  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 
Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part, 
"Wives  and  husbands  there  will  partr 
Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part, 

Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

3.  Oh  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 
Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part, 
Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part, 
Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part, 

Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

4.  Oh  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 
Friends  and  neighbours  there  will  part, 
Friends  and  neighbours  there  will  part, 
Friends  and  neighbours  there  will  part, 

Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

5.  Oh  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 
Pastors  and  people  there  will  part, 
Pastors  and  people  there  will  part, 
Pastors  and  people  there  will  part, 

Will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

6.  Oh  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 
Devils  and  sinners  there  will  meet, 
Devils  and  sinners  there  will  meet, 
Devils  and  sinners  there  will  meet, 

Will  meet  to  part  no  more. 
228 


JUDGMENT.,  229. 

7,  Oh  there  will  be  shouting,  &c. 
Saints  and  angels  there  will  meet, 
Saints  and  angels  there  will  meet, 
Saints  and  angels  there  will  meet, 
Will  meet  to  part  no  more. 

HYMN  229.     C.  P.  M. 

THAT  warning  voice,  O  sinner,  hear, 
And  while  salvation  lingers  near, 

The  heav'niy  call  obey; 
Flee  from  destruction's  downward  path, 
Flee  from  the  threat'ning  storm  <5f  wrath 

That  rises  o'er  thy  way. 

2.  Soon  night  comes  on  with  thick'ning 

shade, 
The  tempest  hovers  o'-er  thy  head, 

The  winds  their  fury  pour, 
The  light'nings  rend  the  earth  and  skies, 
The  thunders  roar,  the  flames  arise, 

What  terrors  fill  that  hour! 

3.  That  warning  voice,  O  sinner,  hear, 
Whose  accents  linger  on  thine  ear; 

Thy  footsteps  now  retrace: 
Renounce  thy  sins,  and  be  forgiv'n, 
Believe,  become  an  heir  of  heav'n, 

And  sing  redeeming  grace. 

229 


230.  JUDGMENT. 

4.  Then,  while  a  voice  of  pardon  speaks, 
The  storm  is  hush'd,the  morning  breaks, 

The  heav'ns  are  all  serene; 
Fresh    verdure   clothes    the    beauteous 

fields, 
Joy  echoes  on  the  distant  hills, 

New  wonders  fill  the  scene. 

HYMN  230.     C.  M. 

THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 

"When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2.  Jesus,  thou  source  of  all  my  joys, 
Thou  ruler  of  my  heart, 

How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "  Depart!" 

3.  The  thunder  of  that  awful  word 
Would  so  torment  my  ear, 

'Twould  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

4.  What,  to  be  banish'd  from  my  Lord, 
And  yet  forbid  to  die! 

To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
And  death  for  ever  fly! 
230 


JUDGMENT.  231. 

5.  O  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 

I  must  not  taste  his  love! 

HYMN  231.    P.  M. 

THE   chariot!   the  chariot!    its  wheels 

roll  in  fire, 
As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp 

of  his  ire; 
Self-moving,  it  drives  on  its  path-way  of 

cloud, 
And  the   heavens   with   the  burden  of 

Godhead  are  bow'd. 

2.  The  glory!  the  glory!  around  him  are 

pour'd, 
The  myriads  of  angels  that  wait  on  the 

Lord; 
And  the  glorified  saints,  and  the  martyrs 

are  there, 
And  all  who  the  palm- wreath  of  victory 

wear. 

3.  The  trumpet!  the  trumpet!  the  dead 

have  all  heard; 
Lo,  the  depths  of  the  stone-cover'd  mo- 
numents stirr'd! 

231 


232.  FAREWELL  A.ND 

From  ocean  and  earth,  From  the  south 

pole  and  north. 
Lo,  the  vast  generations  of  ages  oftme 

forth! 

4.  The  judgment!    the  judgment!   the 

thrones  are  all  set, 
"Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested 

elders  are  met. 
All  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the 

Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his 

word. 

5.  O  mercy!  O  mercy!  look  down  from 

above; 
Redeemer,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with 

love; 
When    beneath   to   their   darkness   the 

wicked  are  driven, 
May  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome 

in  heaven! 


FAREWELL  AND  DISMISSION. 

HYMN  232.     P.  M. 
FAREWELL,  dear  friends,  I  must  be 
gone, 
I  have  no  home  to  stay  with  you, 
232 


DISMISSION,  232. 

I'll  take  my  staff,  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  a  better  world  do  view; 
Farewell,  farewell,  farewell, 
My  loving  friends,  farewell. 

2.  Farewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 
Nor  waits  for  mortals,  care  or  bliss, 

1  leave  you  here  and  travel  on 
Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 
Farewell,  &c. 

3.  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love: 

Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  word, 
That  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above. 
Farewell,  &c. 

4.  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for 

heaven, 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross, 
Fight   on,  the  crown  shall   soon   be 
given. 
Farewell,  <&c. 

5.  Farewell,  ye  blooming  sons  of  God, 
Sore  conflicts  yet  await  for  you; 

Yet  dauntless  keep  the  heavenly  road, 
Till  Canaan's  happy  land  you  view; 
233 


233.  FAREWELL  AND 

Fight  on,  fight  on,  fight  on, 
The  crown  shall  soon  be  given. 

6.  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinners,  too, 
It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here, 

Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you; 
O  turn  and  find  salvation  near: 

O  turn,  O  turn,  O  turn, 

And  find  salvation  near. 

HYMN  233.     P.  M. 

FARE  ye  well,  ye  favourite  few, 
I  must  bid  you  all  adieu: 
But  the  Lord  is  with  you  still, 
Fear  you  not,  but  fare  you  well. 

2.  Fare  ye  well,  ye  little  flock, 
Whom  the  world  revile  and  mock; 
Keep  the  way  to  endless  bliss, 
Then  you  cannot  fare  amiss. 

3.  Fare  ye  well,  my  Lord's  elect, 
Trials  you  must  all  expect: 

From  the  world,  the  flesh,  and  hell, 
But  the  faithful  shall  fare  well. 

4.  Fare  ye  well,  ye  saints  of  God, 
Wash'd  and  cleansed  in  Jesus'  blood: 

234 


DISMISSION.  233, 

Strive  in  goodness  to  excel, 
Live  to  God,  and  you'll  fare  well. 

5.  Fare  ye  well,  ye  pious  band, 
March  ye  on  for  Canaan's  land, 
Tread  on  all  the  powers  of  hell, 
March  in  faith,  and  you'll  fare  well. 

6.  Fare  ye  well,  brave  soldiers  dear, 
Crowns  of  life  you  all  may  wear: 
Christ  will  all  your  foes  repel, 
Fight  iu  faith,  and  you'll  fare  well. 

7.  Ye  who  taste  a  Saviour's  love, 
Feel  his  drawings  from  above, 
Still  endeavour  to  excel, 

And  you'll  finally  fare  well. 

8.  Fare  ye  well,  poor  sinners,  too, 
Jesus  Christ  still  waits  for  you; 
Now  repent,  and  'scape  from  hell, 
Flee  to  Christ,  and  you'll  fare  well. 

9.  Feeble  souls,  with  fears  opprest, 
Jesus  bears  you  on  his  breast; 
He  will  all  your  fears  dispel, 
Fear  ye  not,  but  fare  ye  well. 


We  shall  meet  to  part  no  more; 
235 


234.  FAREWELL  AND 

Meet,  with  Jesus  Christ  to  dwell 
In  a  world  where  all  fare  well. 


HYMN  234.     C.  M. 

NOW,  brethren,  to  your  homes  repair, 

And  as  you  pass  along, 
Employ  your  hearts  in  humble  prayer, 

And  raise  the  cheerful  song. 

2.  Praise   God,  whose  mercies  brought 

you  here, 
"Whose  goodness  keeps  you  still; 
Whose  grace  with  joy  your  souls  can 

cheer, 
Whose  power  subdues  your  will. 

3.  Praise  him  for  what  your  ears  have 

heard, 
For  what  your  eyes  have  seen; 
Praise  him  for  what  has  here  occurr'd, 
For  all  you  feel  within: 

4.  Improve  the  strength  you  here  have 

gain'd, 
To  do  his  holy  will: 
Improve  the  knowledge  here  attain'd, 
To  love  and  serve  him  still. 
236 


dismission.     235,  236. 

5.  Let  not  the  world  have  cause  to  say, 
You  serv'd  your  God  for  nought; 

But  grow  in  grace  from  day  to  day, 
As  you  have  here  been  taught. 

6.  To  friends  and  neighbours  all  around, 
O  let  your  graces  shine; 

In  ways  of  holiness  abound, 
And  live  a  life  divine. 

7.  And  now,  my  Christian  friends,  adieu, 
May  Jesus  with  you  dwell; 

May  grace  and  peace  abide  with  you: 
"So  now,  dear  friends,  farewell." 

HYMN  235.    L.  M. 
DISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord; 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word; 
All  that  has  been  amiss,  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2.  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood; 
Give  every  fetter' d  soul  release; 
And  bid  us  all — Depart  in  peace. 

HYMN  236.     P.  M. 

JESUS,  grant  us  all  a  blessing, 
Send  it  down,  Lord,  from  above; 
237 


237.  FAREWELL  AND 

May  we  all  go  home  a  praying, 

And  rejoicing  in  his  love; 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2.  Jesus  pardon  all  our  follies, 
Since  together  we  have  been, 

Make  us  humble,  make  us  holy, 
Cleanse  us  all  from  every  sin. 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  again; 

3.  May  thy  blessing,  Lord,  go  with  us, 
To  each  one's  respective  home, 

And  the  presence  of  our  Jesus 

Rest  upon  us  every  one. 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

HYMN  237.    8.  7.  4. 

LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 

Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace; 

O  refresh  us! 
Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 

2.  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound; 
238 


DISMISSION.  238. 

May  the  fruit  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound: 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found! 

3.  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away; 

Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumb'rous  clay;. 

May  we  ready 
Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day! 

HYMN  238.  L.  M. 

AMEN!  my  Father  hears  my  prayers, 
He  knows  my  sorrows,  counts  my  tears; 
He  never  said  to  Jacob's  race — 
In  vain  you  seek  your  Father's  face. 

2.  Amen!  my  precious  Jesus  lives, 
And  access  to  his  people  gives; 

A  rainbow  now  surrounds  the  throne; 
And  in  his  name  I  boldly  come. 

3.  Amen!  the  Spirit  will  impart 
His  sacred  influ'nce  to  my  heart; 
He'll  teach  and  help  me  when  I  pray, 
Nor  shall  I  go  asham'd  away. 

239 


238.  FAREWELL,  &C. 

4.  Amen!  the  words  my  lips  pronounce, 
The  wishes  of  my  soul  announce; 
And  God  more  willing  is  to  give, 
Than  1  am  willing  to  receive. 

5.  Amen!  I  said,  when  first  I  gave 
Myself  to  Christ  that  he  might  save; 
And  still  my  tongue  repeats  that  word, 
Whene'er  I  call  upon  my  Lord. 

6.  Amen!  1  will  not  faint  or  cease, 
But  wait  as  long  as  he  shall  please; 
Depending,  praying,  pressing  on, 
Till  to  himself  he  takes  me  home. 

7.  Amen!  the  cov'nant  is  secure, 

In  all  things  order'd  well,  and  sure; 

The  promises  confirm'd  remain; 

In  Christ  they're  yea,  in  him— Amen. 

8.  Amen! — This  is  the  Saviour's  name, 
He  is  the  faithful,  true  Amen; 

As  he  hath  said,  so  shall  it  be, 
Amen  to  all  eternity! 
240 


MISCELLANEOUS.  239. 

MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS. 

HYMN  239.    8,  7,  4. 
(J.  F.  Berg.) 
WITH  ten  thousand  saints  attended, 

See  the  "King  of  kings"  appear! 
Now  the  day  of  grace  is  ended, 
Sinners'  hearts  are  filled  with  fear; 

No  more  mercy: 
Mercy's  voice  no  more  they  hear. 

2.  As  a  fig-tree,  lightning  riven, 
Sheds  its  fruit  upon  the  ground, 

So  the  stars  of  heav'n  are  driven — 
Place  to  seek — but  none  is  found. 

Black  as  sackcloth, 
All  the  heavens  are  hung  around. 

3.  Now  all  faces  gather  paleness, 
Mighty  men,  and  rich  and  chief, — 

All  creation  faints  and  sickens, 
Knows  not  where  to  seek  relief: 

Gasping,  fainting, 
Knows  not  where  to  seek  relief. 

4.  Hark!  the  wailing  of  despisers! 
When  they  see  the  Crucified — 

q  241 


239.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Thousands  rob'd  in  white  surround  him, 
Hail  him  as  the  Lamb  that  died! 

They  who  pierc'd  him 
In  dismay  their  faces  hide. 

5.  Now  the  joyous  notes  are  ringing 
Thro'  the  arches  of  the  sky; 

Angels — heav'nly  anthems  singing — 
Giving  praise  to  God  on  high! 

Saints  and  angels 
Hymning  praise  to  God  on  high! 

6.  Jesus  bids  his  followers  welcome: 
Points  to  mansions  in  the  sky! — 

"  Come,  my  children — take  the  kingdom: 
Come,  and  dwell  with  me  on  high! 

Take  the  kingdom — 
Come  and  dwell  with  me  on  high!" 

7.  O!  what  glory  streams  from  heaven, 
Full  upon  the  blood-wash'd  throng; 

Hark — they  triumph  as  they  enter! — 
Glory — glory — is  their  song; 

Glory — glory! 
Glory  is  the  conquerors'  song. 

8.  No  more  sickness — no  more  sadness, 
Ev'rv  tear  is  wip'd  away; 

242 


MISCELLANEOUS.  240, 

Gloom  and  doubt  are  turn'd  to  gladness: 
Night  and  darkness  into  day; — 

No  more  sorrow: 
Sorrow  now  has  fled  away. 


HYMN  240.    S.  M. 
(J.  F.  Berg.) 

WHAT  though  the  tempest  rage, 
And  storms  around  me  howl; 

Jesus,  thou  canst  their  wrath  assuage, 
Thou  lover  of  my  soul! 

2.  In  thee  I  trust,  my  Life, 
My  Refuge,  when  distress'd! 

On  thee,  dear  Lord,  1  lean, — and  strife 
Is  hush'd  upon  thy  breast. 

3.  Give  me  but  peace  within, 
Devils  and  men  may  frown; 

'Twill  not  be  long,  e'er  free  from  sin, 
1  lay  this  body  down. 

4.  I'll  take  my  shroud,  and  sleep 
Securely  in  the  grave: 

For  Jesus  can  my  ashes  keep, 
If  he  my  soul  could  save! 

243 


241.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

5.  And  when  th'  angelic  crowd 
Shall  bid  the  sleepers  wake, 

I'll  soar  aloft,  and  drop  my  shroud — 
My  robe  and  crown  to  take! 

6.  And,  as  1  mount,  I'll  sing — 
Glory — Hallelujah! 

Until  the  sound  thro'  heav'n  shall  ring* 
Glory,  Hallelujah! 


HYMN  241.    S.  M. 

(J.  F.  Berg.) 

SINNER!  thou  wilt  not  yield 
Thy  stubborn  heart  to  God; — 

But,  tell  me,  hast  thou  found  a  shield 
To  save  thee  from  his  rod? 

2.  His  mercy  long  has  sued, 
But  sued,  alas,  in  vain! 

And  still  with  tenderness  imbued, 
Sinner,  he  calls  again: 

3.  To-day  he  cries,  "  Beware! 
For  death  is  at  thy  door;" 

His  arm  for  vengeance  now  is  bare; 
Sinner,  he  calls  once  more: 
244 


MISCELLANEOUS.  242. 

4.  "Turn,  dying  sinner,  turn, 
Thine  hour  of  grace  improve: 

Wilt  thou  in  endless  torments  burn, 
Or,  dwell  with  me  above?" 

HYMN  242.    7s. 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought: — 

Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no? 
Am  I  his,  or,  am  I  not? 

2.  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus? 

Why  this  dull,  this  lifeless  frame? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name: 

3.  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Pray'r  a  task  and  burden  prove, 

Ev'ry  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love? 

4.  When  I  turn  mine  eyes  within, 
All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild; 

Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin: 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child? 

5.  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 
Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do; 

245 


243.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

You  who  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me — is  it  thus  with  you? 

6.  Yet  1  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 
Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall; 

Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all! 

7.  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case! 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  Sun: 

Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

8.  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
If  I  love  at  all,  1  pray; 

If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

HYMN  243.    C.  M. 

'TIS  first  of  all  thyself  to  know, 

To  feel  the  plague  of  sin, 
Expos'd  to  everlasting  wo, 

And  nothing  good  within: 

2.  To  know  thy  wretched,  sinful  state, 

Averse  to  all  that's  good; 
To  feel  thy  guilt  exceeding  great, 

Thy  heart  oppos'd  to  God: 
246 


MISCELLANEOUS.  244. 

3.  To  know  thy  law-condemned  case, 
And  own  thy  sentence  just; 

Thy  heart  subdu'd  by  sov'reign  grace, 
And  humbled  in  the  dust: 

4.  To  know  the  pangs  of  pious  grief, 
For  sins  against  the  Lord; 

To  know  that  nought  can  give  relief, 
But  trusting  in  his  word: 

5.  To  know  that  thou  art  born  of  God, 
Thy  num'rous  sins  forgiv'n, 

Thy  soul  redeem'd  by  Jesus'  blood, 
And  thou,  an  heir  of  heav'n. 

HYMN  244.    L.  M. 
AND  what  am  \  ? — my  soul ,  awake, 
And  an  impartial  survey  take: 
Does  no  dark  sign,  no  ground  of  fear, 
In  practice — or  in  heart,  appear? 

2.  What  imaae  does  my  spirit  bear? 
Is  Jesus  form'd,  and  living  there? 
Say,  do  his  lineaments  divine, 

In  thought,  and  word,  and  action  shine? 

3.  Searcher  of  hearts,  O  search  me  still; 
The  secrets  of  my  soul  reveal: 

247 


245.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Scatter  the  clouds  which  o'er  my  head 
Thick  glooms  of  dubious  terrors  spread. 

4.  May  I  at  that  blest  world  arrive, 
Where  Christ  thro'  all  my  soul  shall  live; 
And  give  full  proof  that  he  is  there, 
Without  one  gloomy  doubt  or  fear. 

HYMN  245.    P.  M. 
SAW  ye  my  Saviour!  Saw  ye  my  Sa- 
viour! 
Saw  ye  my  Saviour  and  God? 
Oh!  he  died  on  Calvary,  to  atone  for  you 
and  me, 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood. 

2.  He  was  extended!  he  was  extended! 
Shamefully  nail'd  to  the  cross; 

Oh!  he  bow'd   his   head  and  died!  thus 
my  Lord  was  crucified, 
To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

3.  Jesus    hung    bleeding!    Jesus  hung 

bleeding! 
Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain; 
Oh!  the  sun  refus'd  to  shine,  when  his 

majesty  divine 
Was  derided,  insulted,  and  slain! 
248 


MISCELLANEOUS.  245. 

4.    Darkness    prevail'd!    darkness  pre- 
vail'd! 
Darkness  prevail'd  o'er  the  land; 

Oh!  the  solid  rocks  were  rent,  through 
creation's  vast  extent, 

When  the  Jews  crucified  the  God-man. 

5. 

finish'd, 
And  the  atonement  was  made, 
He  was  taken  by  the  great,  and  embalm'd 

in  spices  sweet, 
And  in  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 

6.  Hail,   mighty  Saviour!  hail,  mighty 

Saviour! 
Prince  and  Author  of  peace; 
Oh!  he  burst  the  bands  of  death,  and  tri- 
umphant through  the  east, 
He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 

7.  Now  interceding!  now  interceding! 
Pleading  that  sinners  may  live; 

Crying,  Father,  1  have  died!  Oh  behold 

my  hands  and  side, 
To  redeem  them; — I  pray  thee  forgive. 
249 


246.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

8.  I  will  forgive  them; — I  will  forgive 
them, 
If  they'll  repent  and  believe; 
Let  them  now  return  to  me,  and  be  re- 
concil'd  to  thee, 
And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive. 


HYMN  246.    P.  M. 

OH,  ye  young,  ye  gay,  ye  proud, 
You  must  die,  and  wear  the  shroud; 
Time  will  rob  you  of  your  bloom, 
Death  will  drag  you  to  the  tomb; 

Then  you'll  cry,  and  want  to*be 

Happy  in  eternity. 

2.  Will  you  go  to  heav'n — or  hell? 
One  you  must,  and  there  to  dwell; 
Christ  will  come,  and  quickly  too: 
I  must  meet  him,  so  must  you; 

Then  you'll  cry,  and  want  to  be 
Happy  in  eternity. 

3.  The  white  throne  will  soon  appear; 
All  the  world  must  then  draw  near: 
Sinners  will  be  driven  down — 
Saints  will  wear  the  starry  crown. 

250 


MISCELLANEOUS.  247. 

Then  you'll  cry  and  want  to  be 
Happy  in  eternity. 


HYMN  247.    C.  M. 

AH,  what  can  I,  a  sinner,  do, 

With  all  my  guilt  opprest? 
1  feel  the  hardness  of  my  heart, 

And  conscience  knows  no  rest. 

2.  Great  God,  thy  good  and  perfect  law 
Does  all  my  life  condemn, 

The  secret  evils  of  my  soul 
Fill  me  with  fear  and  shame. 

3.  How  many  precious  Sabbaths  gone, 
I  never  can  recall; 

And  oh,  what  cause  have  I  to  mourn, 
Who  misimprov'd  them  all! 

4.  How  long,  how  often  have  I  heard 
Of  Jesus,  and  of  heaven; 

Yet  scarcely  listen'd  to  his  word, 
Or  pray'd  to  be  forgiv'n! 

5.  Constrain  me,  Lord,  to  turn  to  thee, 
And  grant  renewing  grace; 

251 


248.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

For  thou  this  flinty  heart  canst  break, 
And  thine  shall  be  the  praise. 


HYMN  248.    P.  M. 

WHAT'S  this  that  rises  in  my  soul? 

Is  it  grace?  Is  it  grace? 
That  makes  my  life  of  sin  look  foul? 
Is  it  grace?  Is  it  grace? 
This  work  that's  in  my  soul  begun, 
It  makes  me  strive  all  sin  to  shun, 
It  plants  my  soul  beneath  the  throne, 
Where  mercy's  free — mercy's  free! 

2.  Great  God  of  love!  I  can't  but  wonder; 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free! 
Though  I've  no  price  at  all  to  tender, 
Mercy's  free — mercy's  free! 
Though  mercy's  free,  our  God  is  just, 
And  if  a  soul  should  e'er  be  lost, 
This  will  torment  the  sinner  most: 
Mercy's  free — mercy's  free! 

3.  Swell,  swell,  oh  swell  the  heavenly 

chorus! 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free! 
The  devil's  kingdom  falls  before  us; 
Mercy's  free — mercy's  free! 
252 


MISCELLANEOUS.  249. 

Sinner  repent,  inquire  the  road 
That  leads  to  glory  and  to  God, 
And  wash  in  Christ's  atoning  blood; 
Mercy's  free — mercy's  free! 

4.  This  truth  through  all  our  life  shall 
cheer  us, 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free! 
And   through   the   vale   of  death  shall 
bear  us: 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free! 
And  when  to  Jordan's  brink  we  come, 
And  cross  the  raging  billows'  foam, 
We'll  sing,  when  safely  landed  home, 
Mercy's  free — mercy's  free! 

HYMN  249.    8,  7,  4. 

(J.  F.  Berg.) 
PSALM  26.  9. 

GATHER  not  my  soul  with  sinners, 
Whom  thy  coming  shall  confound; 
Let  me  be  among  the  winners, 
Rob'd  in  white,  with  glory  crown'd: 
Not  with  sinners, 
Saviour,  let  niy  soul  be  found. 

253 


249.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2.  Gather  not  my  soul  with  sinners, 
For  thy  followers,  Lord,  1  love; 

But,  if  number'd  with  despisers, 
I  could  never  dwell  above. 
Far  from  Jesus 
Rebel  sinners  must  remove. 

3.  Gather  not  my  soul  with  sinners; 
Lord,  how  could  I  bear  to  see 

Rocks  and  mountains  melting  round  me, 
Without  hope  of  heaven  or  thee? 
"  Rocks  fall  on  us!" 
Will  the  sinner's  language  be. 

4.  Gather  not  my  soul  with  sinners: 
Filfd  with  shame  they  must  appear; 

They  remember  they  were  scorners, 
Who  rejected  mercy  here. 
Mourners,  mourners, 
Scoffers  will  be  mourners  there. 

5.  Gather  not  my  soul  with  sinners: 
Vengeance  will  appoint  their  doom; 

Then,  no  more  shall  bold  blasphemers 
Laugh  at  hell's  terrific  gloom. 
Ah!  blasphemer, 
Fearful  then  will  be  thy  doom. 
254 


MISCELLANEOUS.  250. 

6.  Gather  not  my  soul  with  sinners; 
O!  how  could  1  ever  dwell 

With  the  devils  and  his  angels, 
In  the  fiery  depths  of  hell! 
Whilst  their  wailings, 
Louder  and  still  louder  swell! 

7.  Gather  not  my  soul  with  sinners; 
Saviour,  to  thy  cross  1  flee! 

Never,  never,  with  transgressors, 
Dearest  Jesus,  number  me; 
Not  with  sinners. 
O,  my  Saviour,  gather  me! 

HYMN  250.    6s. 

STRIVE,  for  the  way  is  strait 

In  which  the  Saviour  trod; 
And  narrow  is  the  gate 

That  leadeth  up  to  God. 
Cut  off' the  insnaring  hand, 

Pluck  out  the  insnaring  eye; 
Turn  ye  at  God's  command; 

Sinners,  why  will  ye  die? 

2.  Strive,  for  there  are  but  few 
Who  find  the  living  way; 

Children,  alas!  will  you 
Still  blindly  go  astray? 

255 


251.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

O  shun  the  crowded  gate, 
Though  wide  it  seem,  and  fair 

'Twill  bring  you,  soon  or  late, 
To  anguish  and  despair. 

3.  Strive,  ere  life's  setting  sun 

Shall  sink  in  thickest  gloom: 
Strive,  night  is  coming  on, 

Ye  hasten  to  the  tomb. 
Ask,  mercy  shall  be  given; 

Seek  as  for  hidden  gold; 
Knock,  and  the  Lord  of  heaven 

The  gates  will  wide  unfold. 

HYMN  251.    C.  M. 

'TIS  sweet  to  rest  in  lively  hope, 
That,  when  my  change  shall  come, 

Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home. 

2.  There  shall  my  disembodied  soul 

Behold  him  and  adore; 
Be  with  his  likeness  satisfied, 

And  grieve  and  sin  no  more. 

2.  Soon,  too,  my  slumb'ring  dust  shall 
hear 
The  trumpet's  quick'ning  sound; 
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MISCELLANEOUS.  252, 

And,  by  my  Saviour's  power  rebuilt, 
At  his  right  hand  be  found. 

4.  If  such  the  views  which  grace  unfolds, 
Weak  as  it  is  below, 

"What  raptures  must  the  church  above, 
In  Jesus'  presence,  know! 

5.  O  may  the  unction  of  these  truths 
For  ever  with  me  stay, 

Till,  from  her  sinful  cage  dismiss'd, 
My  spirit  flies  away! 

HYMN  252.    7s. 

WHAT  are  these  in  bright  array — 

This  innumerable  throng — 
Round  the  altar,  night  and  day, 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song? — 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain: 

Blessing,  honour,  glory,  pow^r, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain 

New  dominion  every  hour?" 

2.  These  through  fiery  trials  trod, 
These  from  great  afllictions  came; 

Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 
Seal'd  with  his  almighty  name; 
R  257 


253.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 
Victor  palms  in  every  hand, 

Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 
More  than  conquerors  they  stand-. 

3.  Hunger,  thirst,  disease — unknown; 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed; 
Whom  the  Lamb,  amidst  the  throne, 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead; 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs, 

Perfect  love  dispels  all  fears, 
And  for  ever  from  their  eyes, 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tears. 

HYMN  253.    C.  M. 
RETURNING  to  his  throne  above, 

The  Friend  of  sinners  cried — 
Do  this  in  memory  of  my  love: 

He  spoke  the  word,  and  died. 

2.  He  tasted  death  for  every  one; 
The  Saviour  of  mankind 

Out  of  our  sight  to  heaven  is  gone, 
But  left  his  pledge  behind. 

3.  His  sacramental  pledge  we  take, 
Nor  will  we  let  it  go: 

Till  in  the  clouds  our  Lord  comes  back, 
We  thus  his  death  will  show. 
258 


MISCELLANEOUS.  254. 

4.  Come  quickly,  Lord,  for  whom  we 

mourn, 
And  comfort  all  that  grieve: 
Prepare  the  bride,  and  then  return, 
And  to  thyself  receive. 

5.  Now  to  thy  gracious  kingdom  come, 
(Thou  hast  a  token  given;) 

And  when  thy  arms  receive  us  home, 
Recall  thy  pledge  in  heaven. 

HYMN  254.     8,  7. 

(J.  F.  Berg.) 
pro  v.  1.  23-31. 
I  HAVE  called — but  ye  refused: — 

Stretch'd  my  hands,  but  all  in  vain; 
Ah!  my  love  has  been  abused, 

Wherefore  should  I  call  again? 
Sinners,  still  I  wait  to  save  ye 

From  the  pangs  of  endless  wo; 
Say,  poor  sinners,  will  you  have  me — 

Will  you  have  my  grace,  or  no? 

2.  Tho'  my  mercy  has  been  slighted, 
And  my  counsel  set  at  nought, 

Yet  my  sacred  word  is  plighted, 
And  your  pardon  has  been  bought! 
259 


254.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Turn,  and  live — salvation's  offer'd: 
O!  how  can  you  stand  aloof? 

Turn,  and  live,  whilst  grace  is  proffer'd: 
Sinners,  turn,  at  my  reproof. 

3.  I  have  heard  your  plea — "  To-morrow 
We  may  think  upon  thy  word, 

And  begin  with  godly  sorrow 
To  repent,  and  seek  the  Lord." 

You  have  hated  knowledge,  scorners, 
After  strangers  you  wiU  go; 

But,  ere  long,  as  wretched  mourners, 
You  will  seek  my  love  to  know. 

4.  Soon  with  fearful  desolation 

Shall  the  o'erflowing  scourge  prevail; 
'Mid  the  whirlwind's  devastation, 

O,  how  will  you  weep  and  wail! 
When  destruction  comes  upon  ye, 

And  in  anguish  ye  shall  cry: 
When,  distress'd,  ye  call  upon  me, 

Sinners,  I  shall  not  be  nigh! 

5.  Ye  shall  call — I  will  not  answer; 
Ye  shall  seek,  but  shall  not  find; 

Ye,  who  scoff 'd  at  mercy's  offer — 
Ye,  who  spurn'd  a  Saviour  kind — 

Sinners,  still  I  wait  to  save  ye 
Prom  the  pangs  of  endless  wo! 
260 


MISCELLANEOUS.    255,  256. 

Say,  poor  sinners,  will  you  have  me — 
Will  you  have  ray  grace,  or  no? 

HYMN  255.    C.  M. 

THE  crowd,  the  poor  unthinking  crowd, 

Refuse  thy  hand  to  see! 
They  will  not  hear  thy  loudest  rod: 

They  will  not  turn  to  thee. 

2.  As  with  judicial  blindness  struck, 
They  all  thy  signs  despise; 

Harden  their  hearts  yet  more,  and  mock 
The  anger  of  the  skies. 

3.  But  blinder  still  the  rich  and  great, 
In  wickedness  excel, 

And  revel  on  the  brink  of  fate, 
And  sport  and  dance  to  hell. 

4.  Regardless  of  thy  smile  or  frown, 
Their  pleasures  they  require, 

And  sink  with  gay  indifFrence  down 
To  everlasting  fire! 

HYMN  256.    C.  M. 

ALAS!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed! 
And  did  my  sovereign  die! 

261 


257.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I? 

2.  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 
He  groaned  upon  the  tree? 

Amazing  pity!  grace  unknown! 
And  love  beyond  degree! 

3.  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
And  shut  his  glories  in; 

When  Christ,  the  mighty  Saviour,  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4.  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 
While  his  dear  cross  appears: 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

5.  But  tears  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe; 

Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  1  can  do. 

HYMN  257.    C.  M. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above 
Who  have  obtained  the  prize, 

And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 
To  joy  celestial  rise; 
262 


MISCELLANEOUS.  258. 

Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone: 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 

In  earth  and  heaven  are  one. 

2.  One  family,  we  dwell  in  him, 
One  church  above,  beneath, 

Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

One  army  of  the  living  God, 
To  his  command  we  bow: 

Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  is  crossing  now. 

3.  How  many  to  their  endless  home 
This  solemn  moment  fly! 

And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 

And  we  expect  to  die: 
His  militant,  embodied  host, 

With  wishful  looks  we  stand, 
And  long  to  see  that  happy  coast, 

And  reach  the  heavenly  land. 

HYMN  258.    8,  7. 

VISIT,  Lord,  thy  habitation! 

Breathe  thy  peace  on  all  therein; 
Peace,  the  foretaste  of  salvation; 

Peace,  the  seal  of  pardoned  sin. 
263 


259.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Let  thy  love-infusing  Spirit 
On  each  heart  be  shed  abroad"; 

Raise  us,  by  thy  boundless  merit, 
To  become  the  sons  of  God. 

2,  Prince  of  Peace,  be  ever  near  us, 

Fix  in  every  heart  thy  home; 
With  thy  sweet  communion  cheer  us, 

Quickly  let  thy  kingdom  come. 
Answer  all  our  expectation; 

Give  our  raptured  souls  to  prove 
Strong,  abiding  consolation, 

Heavenly,  everlasting  love. 

HYMN  259.    8,  7. 

HAIL,  thou  once  despised  Jesus! 

Hail  thou  everlasting  King! 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us, 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring. 
Hail  thou  agonizing  Saviour! 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame; 
By  thy  merits  we  find  favour, 

Life  is  given  through  thy  name. 

2.  Paschal  Lamb!  by  God  appointed, 
All  our  sins  on  thee  were  laid; 

By  almighty  love  anointed, 
Thou  hast  full  atonement  made: 
264 


MISCELLANEOUS.  260. 

All  thy  people  are  forgiven 

Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood, 

Opened  is  the  gate  of  heaven, 

Peace  is  made  with  man  and  God. 

3.  Jesus,  hail!  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  for  ever  to  abide ; 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  side; 
There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare; 
Ever  for  us  interceding 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

HYMN  260.     C.  M. 
1  SAW  one  hanging  on  a  tree 

In  agony  and  blood; 
Methought  he  turned  his  eyes  on  me, 

As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

2.  Oh!  never  till  my  latest  breath 
Can  I  forget  that  look: 

It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

3.  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  deed, 
And  plunged  me  in  despair; 

1  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  shed, 
And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 
265 


261.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

4.  Alas!  I  knew  not  what  I  did; 
But  now  my  tears  are  vain: 

Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

5.  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 
"  I  freely  all  forgive; 

This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  die, — that  thou  mayst  live." 

6.  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 
In  all  its  blackest  hue, 

Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

HYMN  261.     S.  M. 

IS  this  the  kind  return, 

Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe, 

Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 
Whence  all  our  blessings  flow? 

2.  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 
Hath  sin  reduced  our  mind; 

What  strange  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  strangely  kind. 

3.  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 
And  mould  our  souls  afresh: 

266 


MISCELLANEOUS.  262. 

Break,  sovereign  grace,  our  hearts  of 
stone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

HYMN  262.    L.  M. 
HASTEN,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 
The  longer  wisdom  you  despise, 

The  harder  is  she  to  be  won. 

2.  O  hasten  mercy  to  implore, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 
For  fear  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Before  this  evening's  hours  are  gone. 

3.  O  hasten,  sinner,  to  return, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 
For  fear  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn 
Before  the  needful  work  is  done. 

4.  O  hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest, 
And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun; 

For  fear  the  curse  should  thee  arrest 
Before  the  morrow  is  becfun. 


267 


CHORUSSES. 

Oh  the  Lamb,  the  loving  Lamb, 
The  Lamb  of  Calvary! 
The  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
And  liveth  again, 
To  intercede  for  me. 
And  O  give  him  glory — 
For  glory  is  his  own. 

I  own  I'm  base,  I  own  I'm  vile, 

But  mercy's  all  my  plea: 
Remember,  Lord,  thy  dying  groans, 

And  then — remember  me. 


Oh  who's  like  Jesus?  Hallelujah! 

Praise  ye  the  Lord; 
There's  none  like  Jesus,  O  Hallelujah! 

Love  and  serve  the  Lord. 


My  dying  day  is  rolling  round, 
Prepare  me  to  go  home; 

0  this  is  not  my  Canaan, 
My  Canaan  is  above. 

Sweet  Canaan,  happy,  happy  place: 

1  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

268 


CHORUSSES. 

Glory,  honour,  praise  and  power, 
Be  unto  the  Lamb  for  ever; 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer! 
Hallelujah!  praise  the  Lord. 

Oh  the  place,  what  a  happy  place, 
The  place  where  Jesus  is — 

The  place   where   Christians  all  shall 
meet, 
And  never  part  again. 


Well  beloved,  blessed  Saviour, 
Well  beloved  Priest  and  King! 

Glory  to  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
For  us  he  did  salvation  bring. 

Palms  of  victory,  crowns  of  glory, 
Palms  of  victory  you  shall  bear; 

Shout  O  glory,  O  glory! 

Palms  of  victory  you  shall  bear. 

I  am  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me, 
Hallelujah!  praise  ye  the  Lord. 


269 


DOXOLOGIES. 


DOXOLOGIES. 

1.  L.  M. 

To  God  the  Father.  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praise,  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

2.  L.  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings 

flow, 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

3.  CM. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 

4.  S.  M. 
To  the  eternal  Three, 

In  will  and  essence  One: 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 
Co-equal  honours  done. 
270 


DOXOLOGIES. 

5.    7s. 
Sing  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heav'nly  host. 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

6.    H.  M. 

To  God  the  Father's  throne. 

Perpetual  honours  raise:  • 

Glorv  to  God  the  Son; 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise: 
With  all  our  pow'rs,  eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing,  while  faith  adores. 

7.  L.  P.  M. 

Now  to  the  great,  and  sacred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 

Eternal  power  and  glory  giv'n, 
Thro'  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heav'n. 

8.  C.  P.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God,  whom  heaven's  triumphant 
host, 
And  saints  on  earth,  adore — 

271 


DOXOLOGIES. 

Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
And  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

9.  7,6. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

Eternal  praise  be  giv'n, 
By  all  that  earth  inherit, 

And  all  that  dwell  in  heav'n: 
Thou  triune  God!  before  thee, 

Our  inmost  souls  adore: 
Who  art  and  hast  been  worthy, 

And  shalt  be  evermore. 

10.  8,7. 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favour, 

Rest  upon  us  from  above! 
Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord; 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 


272 


LITANY. 

7s. 
SAVIOUR,  when  in  dust,  to  thee, 
Low  we  bow  th'  adoring  knee, 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  streaming  eyes; 
O,  by  all  thy  pains  and  wo, 
Suft'er'd  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

2.  By  thy  birth  and  early  years, 
By  thy  human  griefs  and  fears, 
By  thy  fasting  and  distress 

In  the  lonely  wilderness: 
By  thy  vict'ry  in  the  hour 
Of  the  subtle  tempter's  pow'r; 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye: 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

3.  By  thine  hour  of  dark  despair, 
By  thine  agony  of  pray'r, 

By  the  purple  robe  of  scorn, 
By  \hy  wounds — thy  crown  of  thorns: 
s  273 


LITANY. 

Fy  thy  cross— thy  pangs  and  cries: 
By  thy  perfect  sacrifice: 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye: 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

4    By  thy  deep  expiring  groan, 
By  thy  sea  I'd  sepulclnal  stone, 
By  thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
By  thy  pow'r  from  death  to  save: 
Mighty  God!  ascended  Lokd! 
To  thy  throne  in  heav'n  restor'd; 
Prince  and  Saviour,  hear  our  cry- 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 


274 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

ALPHABETICALLY  ARRANGED. 


Hymn 

Ah!  what  can  1,  a  sinner  do  247 

Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  256 
All  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death  15 

Almighty  Lord!  before  thy  throne  84 

Amazing  sight — the  Saviour  stands  24 

Amen!  my  Father  hears  my  prayer  238 

Am  1  a  soldier  of  the  cross  J06 

Amid  the  anguish  and  the  strife  213 

And  are  we  yet  alive  150 

And  what  am  I? — my  soul  awake  244 

Angels,  roll  the  rock  away  57 

Another  day  has  pass'd  along  171 

Arise,  great  God,  and  let  thy  grace  194 

Asleep  in  Jesus!  blessed  sleep  221 

Awake  my  soul  to  joyful  lays  56 

Awak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound  78 

Awake!  awake!  my  sluggish  soul  16 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song  115 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun  168 
275 


TABLE  OF 

Hymn 
Awake,  my  soul!  lift  up  thine  eyes  110 
Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes  206 

Before  thy  footstool  kneeling  208 

Begone,  my  worldly  cares  away  169 
Begone  unbelief!  my  Saviour  is  near  68 
Behold  that  great  and  awful  day  225 
Bid  me  of  men  beware  105 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds  145 

Blest  Lord,  behold  the  guilty  soorn  90 
Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  18 

Brethren,  belov'd  for  Jesus'  sake  143 
Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here  108 
Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death    9 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King  111 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  64 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  2 

Come  let  us  join  our  friends  above  257 
Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid 

heart  4 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare  83 

Come,  O  thou  all-victorious  Lord  3 

Come,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing  6 

Come,  ye  poor  and  thirsty  sinners  17 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  98 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden  19 
276 


FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn 
Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy 

sadness  137 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  31 

Day  of  judgment!  day  of  wonders      224 
Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has 

made  60 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner  draw 

near  11 

Depth  of  mercy!  can  there  be  34 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord    235 
Drooping  souls,  no  longer  mourn      134 

Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  «t 

gone  232 

Fare  ye  well,  ye  favourite  few  233 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee      87 
Fount  of  everlasting  love  96 

Friend  after  friend  departs  157 

From  every  earthly  pleasure  159 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains      175 
Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss  67 

Gather  not  my  soul  with  sinners     249 
Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us  117 

God  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints  139 
God  is  my  strong  salvation  135 

Go  watch  and  pray— thou  canst  not 
tell  107 

277 


TABLE  OF 

.  Hvran 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah       116 

Hail,  thou  once  despised  Jesus  259 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed  J78 

Hark!  a  cry  among  the  nations  192 

Hark  how  the  watchmen  cry  104 

Hark!  the  herald  angels  sing  50 

Haste,  my  spirit,  haste  away  215 

Hasten,  O  sinner  to  be  wise  262 

Heal  us,  Immanuel,  here  we  stand  39 
Heaven  is  the  place  where  troubles 

cease  156 

Ho!  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh  20 
Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine  81 

How  lost  was  my  condition  61 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds  142 
How  much  the  drooping  hearts  revive  125 
How  sweet  and  heavenly  is  the  sight  149 
How  sweet  the  melting  lay  85 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds  48 
How  swift  the  torrent  rolls  201 

How  will  my  heart  endure  13 

I  have  called — but  ye  refused  254 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away  174 

In  God  let  all  his  saints  rejoice  140 

In  the  floods  of  tribulation  133 

In  thy  presence  we  appear  5 

Inquire,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way  129 
278 


FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn 

In  time  of  tribulation  130 

I'm  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die  160 

I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree  "60 

It  is  the  voice  of  love  divine  58 

Is  this  the  kind  return  261 
I  would  not  live  alway,  1  ask  not  to 

stay  155 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home  154 

Jesus,  grant  us  all  a  blessing  236 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken  71 

Jesus,  Lord,  we  look  to  thee  147 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul  131 

Jesus,  save  my  dying  soul  32 

Jesus,  our  soul's  delightful  choice  123 

Jesus,  the  vision  of  thy  face  2J 1 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend  36 

Jesus,  thou  hast  bid  us  pray  82 

Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love  86 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend  27 

Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light  127 

Lift  up  your  hearts  to  things  above  148 
Look  down,  O  God,  with  pitying  eye  88 

Lo!  on  a  narrow  iieck  of  land  195 

Lord,  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie  40 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  237 
Let  saints  on  earth  their  anthems 

raise  142 
279 


TABLE  OF 

Hymn 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath  and  its  light  170 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  200 

Lord,  when  together  here  we  meet  144 

Lost  in  a  labyrinth  of  sin  79 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling  51 

Men  of  God,  go  take  your  stations  183 
Millions  there  are  on  heathen  ground  190 
Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join  49 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my 

years  204 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard  109 

My  span  of  life  will  soon  be  done  203 
My  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll     10 

Now  be  the  gospel  banner  97 
Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme  113 
Now,  brethren,  to  your  homes  repair  234 
Now,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  re- 
veal 205 
Now  let  our  voices  join  92 

O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul  93 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness  181 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  41 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God  101 

O  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy  102 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing  99 
280 


FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn 
Oft  as  the  bell,  with  solemn  toll  197 
O  give  me,  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn  243 
O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love  74 

O  God,  I  thank  thee  that  the  night  167 
O  God  of  our  salvation  136 

O  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy  121 
O  Jesus,  full  of  grace  45 

O  where  shall  rest  be  found  141 

O  Lord,  thy  work  revive  80 

Once  I  thought  my  mountain  strong  129 
One  there  is  above  all  others  59 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  1  stand  158 
On  the  mountain's  top  appearing  182 
On  Thibet's  snow-capt  mountains  176 
O  sacred  Head,  now  wounded  53 

O  that  I  were  as  heretofore  44 

O  that  the  Lord  would  hear  my  cry  29 
O  there  will  be  mourning,  &c.  228 

O  thou,  before  whose  gracious  throne  209 
O  turn  ye,  O  turn  ye;  for  why  will 

ye  die  21 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus  162 

O  why  did  1  my  Saviour  leave  43 

O  ye  young,  ye  gay,  ye  proud  246 

Pabting  soul!  the  floods  await  thee  212 
People  of  the  living  God  114 

Religion's  form  is  vain  42 

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TABLE  OF 

Hymn 

Returning  to  his  throne  above  253 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings  72 
Rock  of  ages!  cleft  for  me                 '     37 

Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean  179 

Saviour,  canst  thou  love  a  traitor  35 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation  91 

Saw  ye  my  Saviour,  &c.  245 

Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise  122 

See  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain  128 

See  how  the  morning  sun  173 

See,  Jesus,  thy  disciples  see  146 

See  that  heathen  mother  stand  185 

See  the  eternal  Judge  descending  226 

Shepherd  of  Israel,  thou  didst  lead  193 

Show  pity,  Lord!  6  Lord,  forgive  46 
Shrinking  from  the  cold  hand  of 

death  217 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within  63 

Sing,  all  ye  ransom'd  of  the  Lord  95 
Sinners,  behold  that  downward  road     14 

Sinner  stop!  O  stop  and  think  8 

Sinners,  take  the  friendly  warning  227 

Sinners,  this  solemn  truth  regard'  77 

Sinner!  thou  wilt  not  yield  241 

Sinners,  turn;  why  will  ye  die  7 

Sinners,  we  are  sent  to  bid  you  28 
Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message    25 
282 


189 


TIRST  LINES. 

Hymn 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise  103 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises  76 

Son  of  God,  thy  blessing  grant  89 
Sov'reign  of  worlds!  display  thy 

pow'r 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay  38 

Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh  66 
Sweet  is  the  scene  where  Christians 

die  220 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come  230 

That  mighty  angel  to  whose  hand  188 

That  warning  voice,  O  sinner,  hear  229 

The  chariot!  the  chariot!  &c.  231 
The  crowd,  the  poor,  unthinking 

erowd  255 

The  day  is  drawing  nigh  126 
Thee  will  I  love,  my  strength,  my 

tower  100 

The  Lord's  into  his  garden  come  151 

The  mighty  flood  that  rolls  along  196 
The  morning  breaks: — my  voice  I 

raise  166 

The  morning  light  is  breaking  177 

The  power  to  bless  my  house  172 

The  present  moment  flies  202 

The  time  is  short!  the  season  near  198 

The  trump  of  Israel's  jubilee  187 

The  voice  of  free  grace,  &c.  23 
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TABLE  OF 

Hymn 
There  is  a  fountain,  filled  with  blood  55 
There  is  an  hour  of  hallow'd  peace  152 
There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest  161 
There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight  153 

This  place  is  holy  ground  219 

Tho'  in  the  outward  church  below  223 
Thou  man  of  griefs,  remember  me  30 
Thro'  all  the  dangers  of  the  night  165 
Thro'  the  day  thy  love  has  spar'd  us  163 
Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on  164 
Thy  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy 

word  186 

Time  is  winging  us  away  199 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know  242 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come  69 

"Tis  first  of  all,  thyself  to  know  243 

^Tis  hard,  from  those  we  love,  to  go  210 
'Tis  sweet  to  rest  in  lively  hope  251 

To-day,  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice  26 

To  the  cross  where  Jesus  dies  54 

Triumphant  Zioni  lift  thy  head  138 

Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear  12 
Visit,  Lord,  thy  habitation  258 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame  216 

We  bless  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord  62 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer  33 

We've  no  abiding  city  here  118 
284 


FIRST  LINES. 

Hymn 

What  are  these  in  bright  array  252 

What  language  now  salutes  the  ear  22 

What  poor,  despised  company  119 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God  94 

What  sinners  value  1  resign  73 

What  though  the  tempest  rage  240 

What's  this  that  rises  in  my  soul  248 
What's  this  that  steals,  that  steals 

upon  my  frame  222 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  75 
When  pulse  beats  low,  and  cheeks 

grow  pale  70 
While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun  207 

Weary  of  struggling  with  my  pain  65 

Why  thus  impatient  to  be  gone  132 

Who  but  thou,  Almighty  Spirit  1 91 

Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise  124 
Why  do  we  mourn  for  dying  friends  218 

Why  lament  the  Christian  dying  214 
Why  sleep  ye,  my  brethren?  come, 

let  us  arise  47 

With  ten  thousand  saints  attended  239 

Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee  184 

Yes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking  180 

Yonder!  amazing  sight!  I  see  52 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints  1 

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INDEX. 
RECAPITULATION  OF  SUBJECTS. 

Page 

Invocation, 2-7 

Awakening 7-17 

Inviting 17-29 

Penitential 29-43 

Backsliding  and  Formality 43-50 

Christ 50-66 

Holy  Spirit 67-70 

Faith 71-73 

Hope  and  Assurance 74-81 

Regeneration 82-84 

Prayer  and  Intercession 84-92 

Praise 92-105 

Warfare  and  Watchfulness  ....106-113 

Pilgrimage 1 14  123 

Rejoicing  in  a  revival 123-129 

Darkness 129-135 

Comfort  in  distress 135-143 

Christian  Fellowship 143-154 

Longing  for  heaven 155-165 

Family  Worship 1 66-1 75 

Missionary 176-1 94 

Flight  of  time 194-205 

New  Year 205-207 

Sickness  and  Death 207-223 

Judgment 223-232 

286 


INDEX. 

Page 

Farewell  and  Dismission 232-240 

Miscellaneous 241-267 

Clmrussps,  p.  268-269—  Doxologies,  p. 
£70-272— Litany,  p.  273-274. 

Original  Hymns— h.  239,  240,  241,  249, 
254. 


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